Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 162 George’s Sudden Visit

Dylan discreetly took out his phone, opened the camera, and snapped a photo.

Meanwhile, in the office, George lifted his head from a stack of work and casually picked up his phone to

check it.

Dylan sent a photo.

At first glance, he recognised Isabelle’s silhouette and Sam walking side by side in the photo. Sam was turned slightly towards her, chatting animatedly, his face practically splitting with a wide grin.

The auction will begin in half an hour.

Isabelle and the others took their seats in the middle row of the venue. Dylan sat closest to the aisle, Isabelle beside him, and Sam in the middle.

Sam reflected, “Miss Jenkins, I never had the opportunity to express my gratitude to you. When I last invited you for a meal, it was my intention to extend my appreciation, yet the opportunity slipped away.”

Isabelle replied. “With the money, I managed to save a life. Mr. Sam need not offer further thanks.”

Sam grinned. “However, the value of my life exceeds 150 thousand dollars. No matter his efforts to reciprocate, he couldn’t absolve himself of this obligation.

Isabelle fixed her gaze on him, questioning. “Then why offer such a paltry sum?”

She found herself in desperate financial straits at that moment.

Sam was caught off guard by her remark, momentarily rendered speechless.

Dylan shook his head, sighing. Mr. Sam, you’re still inexperienced.

“At that moment, I perceived you as a student and feared that a substantial amount might burden you. My vision was limited. Faced with this inquiry, he experienced some discomfort but no shame..

“If you are open to it, could you grant me another opportunity to express my gratitude? Alternatively, if there’s something you wish for in this auction, may I compete for it and offer it to you?”

what I

then chuckled, charmed by

he seized a chance to ask, “Dylan mentioned that you crossed paths with Uncle George during your summer break

high school

improbable nature, and remarked, “Things were

immediately conjured up heroic scenarios in which his uncle

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rescue from Norward City, I desired to personally convey my gratitude to you. However, I was injured at the time, so I requested

that George had gone in his place to

that period, the only

the crowd gathered, the

the host delivered a

he declared, “Next, we extend a warm welcome to the organiser of

an aged gentleman emerged, accompanied by several

face, his smile gentle yet carrying an air of

truly frail and

hinting to the observer that

his countenance, which appeared remarkably familiar, and a cold

smile conveyed a plethora of emotions.

words of appreciation, praising

Isabelle, it appeared to be

staining his hands, devoid of remorse and merciless, who had perpetrated numerous vile acts and trained assassins,

held a deep sense of irony and

he felt guilty and was trying

facing

a weighty load of negative karma, could a mere

out?

Old Mr. Reeve

quickly replied, “It’s