Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 137

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.” 

Sam took his cutlery. “Yes.” 

Dylan, ever the observer, chimed in, “Bon appétit, Mr. Sam. This meal is one for the books.” 

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

“Incidentally, my place is quite comfortable. I’ll swing by your school tomorrow and take you there,” George casually informed Isabelle, who simply nodded in acknowledgment. 

Uncle George whisking Isabelle away to his place? Sounds like an extended stay. 

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

George, gesturing towards his wrist, remarked, “This watch is quite exquisite. You must have given it a lot of consideration, didn’t you?” 

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Chapter 137 Dinner 

Sam glanced over, noting the watch adorning his uncle’s wrist–a departure from his usual style. 

Is that a gift from Isabeller 

Isabelle didn’t 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 do was call him. 

But she couldn’t say that. 

His nephew was around, so she had to take care of his pride. 

For once, Isabelle cared for someone’s feelings. She, imitating George’s way of speaking, answered, “I’m glad you’re happy with 

George was pleasantly surprised by Isabelle’s response. 

Given her penchant for saying things that were either odd or blum, he had braced himself for anything. 

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

Sam, grappling with conflicting emotions, gripped his cutlery tightly. 

Observing Sam’s hesitation, George’s tone turned slightly chilly, “Why aren’t you digging in? Not a fan of 

the food?” 

Sam snapped back to the present. “No, no, it’s fine,” he reassured, his focus shifting back to his meal. 

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

George casually rested his cutlery on the table and dabbed his mouth with a handkerchief. “I haven’t had the chance to inquire yet, but why did you invite Ms. Jenkins to dinner?” he inquired. 

Dylan wondered, Mr.George, isn’t that a bit direct? This dinner was organised by Mr. Sam, and you’re not only taking charge but also questioning the purpose. 

Sam glanced at Isabelle and offered a sincere explanation, I wanted to express my gratitude to Ms. Jenkins for saving my life back then.” 

George replied with a simple, “Ah, I see.” 

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, but then George continued, “How did you come across Ms. Jenkins?” 

Startled, Sam swiftly replied, “I ran into her at Maven Apothecary the other day.” 

Turning to Isabelle, George asked, “What took you to Maven Apothecary?”