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.

appétit, Mr. Sam. This meal

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

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

Isabelle away to his

found himself under

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

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Chapter 137 Dinner

adorning his

a gift

a random one from his stash. She didn’t spend a single cent. All she had

she couldn’t say that.

she had to take care of his

once, Isabelle cared for someone’s feelings. She, imitating George’s

surprised by

were either odd or blum, he had braced himself

“Well, it’s a gift from you, so

emotions, gripped his

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

the food?”

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

it, the food seemed rather bland to Sam’s palate.

his mouth with a handkerchief. “I haven’t had the chance to

direct? This dinner was organised by Mr. Sam, and you’re

and offered a sincere explanation, I wanted to express

replied with a simple, “Ah, I