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?”

as George hesitated in

kidding, no need to read into

suit pocket. His attention

he inquired

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

gaze, Isabelle responded,

again, Danny was involved.

nonchalant manner, George inquired, “How did you

elaborated, “He got stuck on a game

a loss for words.

arrived ahead of schedule, meticulously inspecting the room to ensure

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was

overseas. As a graduate of Taragon University, he had astutely researched Isabelle on the university forum, discovering her exceptional college entrance exam scores,

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 astonishment deepened upon spotting Isabelle and Dylan trailing behind him, prompting him to rise from his seat almost

“U–Uncle George?”

it’s me. have a seat.”

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 for him to take a seat beside

directed Sam, who was

from George, reminiscent of their seating arrangement

dishes ready?” George

yet,” Sam responded swiftly, his gaze darting towards Isabelle. He intended to

order.

from

that caught Sam off guard, George encouraged, “Have a

inquiry that lacked any particular warmth, yet it was something Sam