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 cutlery. “Yes.”

ever the observer, chimed in, “Bon appétit, Mr. Sam. This meal is one for

wine and serving Isabelle,

place is quite comfortable. I’ll swing by your school tomorrow and

his place? Sounds like

under the

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

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Chapter 137 Dinner

noting the watch adorning his

that a gift from Isabeller

from his stash. She didn’t spend a single cent. All

couldn’t say

had to

imitating George’s way of

pleasantly surprised by Isabelle’s

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

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

with conflicting emotions, gripped his cutlery

George’s tone turned slightly chilly, “Why aren’t

the food?”

it’s fine,”

efforts to enjoy it, the food seemed rather bland

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

was organised by Mr. Sam, and you’re not only taking charge but

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

simple, “Ah,