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 is

and serving Isabelle, seemingly oblivious to Sam’s

swing by your school tomorrow and take you

whisking Isabelle away to his

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

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

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Chapter 137 Dinner

the watch adorning his uncle’s wrist–a

a gift

picked a random one from his stash.

couldn’t

so she had to

She, imitating George’s way of

surprised by

things that were either odd or blum, he had braced

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

grappling with conflicting emotions, gripped his

tone turned slightly chilly, “Why

the food?”

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

food seemed

had the chance to inquire yet, but why did you invite Ms. Jenkins to dinner?” he

dinner was organised by Mr. Sam, and

explanation, I wanted to express my gratitude to Ms. Jenkins for saving my life back then.”

replied with a simple,