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

in, “Bon appétit, Mr. Sam. This meal

George was busy pouring wine and serving Isabelle, seemingly oblivious to Sam’s

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

Isabelle away to his

Sami found himself under

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Chapter 137 Dinner

over, noting the watch adorning his uncle’s wrist–a departure from his

that a gift from

any consideration at all. Yves picked a random one from his stash. She didn’t spend

she couldn’t

she had to take

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

pleasantly surprised by Isabelle’s response.

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

hand, remarking. “Well, it’s a gift

conflicting emotions, gripped his cutlery

hesitation, George’s tone turned slightly chilly, “Why aren’t you digging in? Not a fan of

the food?”

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

the food seemed rather bland

his mouth with a handkerchief. “I haven’t had the chance to inquire yet, but why did you invite Ms. Jenkins to dinner?” he

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

wanted to express

a simple, “Ah, I