Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 163 The Auction Began

“Yes…” Sam watched the auction intently, following along as instructed.

Still, he wondered internally. Was it Isabelle who had tipped him off, or was it Dylant No matter who it was, Uncle George had come for Isabelle.

George slipped in through the back entrance, ensuring he remained unnoticed.

When someone ahead spotted George and attempted to greet him, he gestured with his hand to signal

them not to.

George shifted in his seat, leaning closer to Isabelle and quietly asking, “How did you get the invitation?”

Wanting to keep the exchange private, Isabelle also leaned in and replied softly, “I made it myself, added my name to their digital list, and walked in.”

“I assumed you had stolen it,” George commented.

Isabelle responded, “I have a mind of my own. Why would I need to resort to that?”

George chuckled quietly. “Why didn’t you ask me for an invitation beforehand?”

With their heads so close together, a few of Isabelle’s short, fluffy hairs brushed against his cheek.

It tickled him slightly.

George caught a faint whiff of her shampoo’s pleasant scent.

It was refreshing and somewhat minty, but not exactly.

Isabelle replied, “Weren’t you planning to skip the event?”

George said, “At first, there really was no reason for me to be here.”

His words conveyed his intentions clearly.

Isabelle raised her face to look at him.

Their eyes locked, and at such close range, they could feel each other’s breaths. George’s mouth tightened slightly.

As he studied her fair, delicate face, his eyes darkened a shade.

Before he could think any further, Isabelle glanced at him, her expression unchanged, and turned her attention back to the stage without a word.

showed no reaction

heart had just sped up, remained quiet

“What

“I’m just here for the fun.”

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doubted her, and even Dylan wouldn’t

you afraid I’ll cause

answer with words, but his eyes revealed his

another context, he might

But this was a charity auction. Was

it wasn’t for the auction items, then perhaps it y

Jasiel Reeve?

attending. Perhaps the organisers?

pressed on. “So, are you here to monitor me or lend a hand?”

replied, “Definitely lend a

what if I opt for chaos? Will you still be there to

the spark, I

at him and

up trouble? Especially with all the VIPs in the crowd being innocent, and in such a large

the stage, but he also monitored the conversation nearby. He observed Isabelle and George whispering to

his uncle behaving so casually

dollars. Eventually, it found its new owner in a lady who was willing

pair of exquisite antique calligraphy

“900 thousand,”

“975 thousand.”

a smile at the idea of

attention shifted to the front, where Jasiel

Charity? Heart K?

between the two of them was rather

progressed with a sense

a

with each subsequent bid to increase by no less than 75 thousand dollars Let

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“525 thousand.”