Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 136 A Gift

“What’s this?” George inquired, presenting the item.

“The watch I promised you, Isabelle confirmed.

Yves had delivered it just the day before.

With anticipation, George unwrapped it, revealing a style that complemented him flawlessly. Grinning, he cradled the watch in his hand.

The craftsmanship was impeccable, boasting intricate details on the dial, and the signature of a revered artisan delicately etched below.

This timepiece hailed from a country renowned for its horological expertise, a testament to its exclusivity and quality.

This watch did not come at a budget price, nor could it be purchased locally.

Clearly, Isabelle had given it considerable consideration.

“Thank you, this will be the best gift I receive for my birthday this year, George expressed with gratitude as he fastened the watch around his wrist.

Isabelle glanced at him curiously. “Birthday? When’s the big day?”

George chuckled. “Still a ways off.”

Teasingly, Isabelle prodded, “Turning thirty?”

brief pause ensued as George hesitated in adjusting the watch.

interjected, “Just kidding, no

suit pocket. His attention shifted to Isabelle who was engrossed in a racing game on her

he inquired casually.

screen size, indicating it wasn’t an inexpensive model. Typically, those who owned such a phone used it primarily for gaming–a

gaze, Isabelle

again, Danny

George inquired, “How did you end up with his

stuck on

was momentarily at a

of the restaurant’s chamber, Sam arrived ahead of schedule, meticulously inspecting the room to ensure its comfort and cleanliness. Detecting an unpleasant odour,

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time was

he hadn’t acquired the open–minded approach to interacting with girls that was common overseas. As a graduate of Taragon University, he had astutely researched Isabelle on the university forum,

in contemplation, he remained oblivious to the commotion surrounding him. When he finally snapped out of his reverie, the waiter had already escorted the guests in. Sam instinctively glanced up. startled to find his uncle among them. His

“U–Uncle George?”

it’s me. have a

filled the room. Sam gazed at Isabelle and Dylan, trailing behind George, feeling somewhat bewildered. Dylan greeted respectfully, “Mr. Sam. Ethan acknowledged him with a nod before George motioned

who

his assigned seat, positioned four seats away from George, reminiscent of their seating arrangement during family dinners at home.

dishes ready?”

swiftly, his gaze darting towards Isabelle.

order.

for the menu from the waiter, he opened it and presented it to

tone that caught Sam off guard, George encouraged, “Have a look and pick

particular warmth, yet it