Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 137 Dinner

Sam promptly replied. “Of course, Uncle George. No problem…”

Dylan mused, Looks like poor Mr. Sam is rendered speechless.

George concluded his order with a selection of a fine wine and shut the menu. “Last evening, your classmate’s dad paid a visit to my firm. George mentioned, sliding a card across the table towards Isabelle. “Here’s your wine fund.”

Glancing at the card, Isabelle nodded. “Alright.”

“He couldn’t muster that amount in cash, so he threw in his family business as well. How do you want to handle this?” George asked.

“You can deal with it however you want. Isabelle said.

“Alright, I’ll gauge the company’s performance tomorrow. If it’s thriving, I’ll have it overseen and transferred to your ownership. But if things look bleak, I’ll liquidate it and hand you the cash, George elaborated.

Isabelle reminded George. “That’s money for your lost luggage.”

The luggage was meant for you, so this is rightfully yours,” George reaffirmed.

Observing their exchange, Sam couldn’t shake off the feeling of being an outsider. He pondered over their connection and how they came to know each other.

Dylan thought, Pretty shrewd, huh?

Earlier, they maintained a hushed atmosphere inside the car, but now, with Sam present, conversation flowed freely.

As if on cue, the dishes arrived promptly. Sam made a move to serve his uncle some soup, but George took the initiative, presenting a bowl directly in front of Isabelle. Sam silently resumed his seat, feeling slightly awkward.

George afforded a quick glance to Sam and said, “Dig in.”

took his

chimed in, “Bon appétit, Mr. Sam. This meal is one for the books.”

George was busy pouring wine and serving Isabelle, seemingly oblivious

your school tomorrow and take you there,” George casually informed Isabelle, who simply nodded

George whisking Isabelle away to his place? Sounds like

himself under the scrutiny of

is quite exquisite. You must have given it a lot of consideration, didn’t

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the watch adorning his

gift from

Yves picked a random one from his stash. She didn’t spend a single cent. All she had to

couldn’t say that.

she had to take care

someone’s feelings. She, imitating George’s way of speaking, answered, “I’m glad you’re happy with

pleasantly surprised by

either odd or blum, he had

a satisfied smile, he retracted his hand, remarking. “Well, it’s a gift from you, so

conflicting emotions, gripped his cutlery tightly.

chilly, “Why aren’t you digging in?

the food?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he reassured, his focus shifting back

efforts to enjoy it, the food

with a handkerchief. “I haven’t had the chance

bit direct? This dinner was organised by Mr. Sam,

at Isabelle and offered a sincere explanation, I wanted to express my gratitude to Ms. Jenkins for saving my life

replied with a simple,