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.”

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

and serving Isabelle,

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

whisking Isabelle away to his place? Sounds like an extended

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

watch is quite exquisite. You

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adorning his uncle’s wrist–a departure from his usual

that a gift from Isabeller

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

she couldn’t

so she had

feelings. She, imitating George’s way

was pleasantly surprised by Isabelle’s

were either odd or blum, he had braced himself for

smile, he retracted his hand, remarking. “Well, it’s a gift from you, so naturally, I

with conflicting emotions, gripped his

hesitation, George’s tone turned slightly chilly, “Why

the food?”

to the present. “No, no, it’s fine,” he

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

a handkerchief. “I haven’t had the chance to inquire

was organised by Mr.

I wanted to express

simple, “Ah,