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

in, “Bon appétit, Mr.

was busy pouring wine and serving Isabelle, seemingly

and take you there,” George casually informed Isabelle, who simply nodded in

his place? Sounds like an

Sami found himself under the scrutiny of George’s discerning gaze.

his wrist, remarked, “This watch is quite exquisite. You must have given it a lot of

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watch adorning his uncle’s wrist–a departure from

gift from Isabeller

didn’t give it any consideration at all. Yves picked a random one from his stash. She didn’t spend a single cent. All she had to do was call

couldn’t

she had to take care of his

cared for someone’s feelings. She, imitating George’s way of speaking,

was pleasantly surprised by Isabelle’s

her penchant for saying things that were either odd

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

emotions, gripped

slightly chilly, “Why aren’t you digging in? Not a fan

the food?”

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

his efforts to enjoy it, the food seemed rather bland

table and dabbed his mouth with a handkerchief. “I haven’t had

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

to express my gratitude to Ms. Jenkins for saving my life back then.”

simple, “Ah, I see.”