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.”

his cutlery.

“Bon appétit, Mr. Sam. This meal

wine and serving Isabelle,

tomorrow and take you there,” George casually informed

George whisking Isabelle away to his place? Sounds like an extended

Sami found himself under the scrutiny

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

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the watch adorning his uncle’s wrist–a departure from his usual

a gift from

his stash. She didn’t spend a single cent. All she had to do was call him.

couldn’t

had to take

feelings. She, imitating George’s way of speaking, answered, “I’m

pleasantly surprised by Isabelle’s response.

things that were either odd or blum,

retracted his hand, remarking. “Well, it’s a gift from

with conflicting emotions,

turned slightly chilly, “Why aren’t you digging in?

the food?”

to the present. “No, no, it’s fine,” he reassured, his focus shifting back to

the food seemed rather

haven’t had the chance to inquire yet, but why did

dinner was organised by Mr. Sam,

explanation, I wanted to express my gratitude to Ms. Jenkins for saving my life back then.”

a simple, “Ah, I see.”