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

the observer, chimed in, “Bon appétit, Mr. Sam.

was busy pouring wine and serving Isabelle, seemingly oblivious

my place is quite comfortable. I’ll swing by your school tomorrow and take you there,”

away to his place? Sounds like an

in his observance, Sami found himself under the scrutiny of George’s

exquisite. You must have given it a lot of consideration, didn’t you?”

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Chapter 137 Dinner

adorning his uncle’s wrist–a

that a gift from

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

she couldn’t say that.

was around, so she had

for someone’s feelings. She, imitating George’s

was pleasantly surprised by Isabelle’s

for saying things that were either odd or blum, he had braced himself for

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

grappling with conflicting emotions, gripped his cutlery tightly.

turned slightly chilly, “Why

the food?”

fine,” he reassured, his focus shifting back

food seemed rather bland

rested his cutlery on the table and dabbed his mouth with a handkerchief. “I haven’t had the chance to inquire yet, but why did you

that a bit direct? This dinner was organised by Mr. Sam, and you’re not only taking charge but also questioning the purpose.

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

simple,