Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 162

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?” 

Isabelle responded, “Money isn’t what I need right now.” 

Sam was caught off guard once more, but then chuckled, charmed by her straightforward and invigorating attitude. 

Later, he seized a chance to ask, “Dylan mentioned that you crossed paths with Uncle George during your summer break in Melfrey. Wat when you guys met?” 

He had long been perplexed by a high school student journeying to Melfrey during the summer. 

Isabelle nodded, also acknowledging the trip’s somewhat improbable nature, and remarked, “Things were a bit chaotic there, but thankfully your uncle took care of me.” 

Sam immediately conjured up heroic scenarios in which his uncle came to the rescue. 

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Chapter 162 George’s Sudden Visit 

“After my rescue from Norward City, I desired to personally convey my gratitude to you. However, I was injured at the time, so I requested Uncle George to convey my appreciation. Sam had always harboured a suspicion that George had encountered Isabelle in Melfrey before. 

The most credible possibility was that George had gone in his place to Norward City at that time. 

Isabelle raised an eyebrow slightly, recognising that during that period, the only occupants in the car were George and Dylan. 

With the crowd gathered, the auction began. 

Stepping onto the stage, the host delivered a speech. 

After numerous expressions of gratitude, he declared, “Next, we extend a warm welcome to the organiser of this charitable auction, Mr. Jasiel Reeve, also known as Old Mr. Reeve.” 

Following that, an aged gentleman emerged, accompanied by several bodyguards. 

Supported by his adopted son, Jasiel, leaning on a cane, had a kindly face, his smile gentle yet carrying an air of authority, as he slowly ascended the stage. 

He appeared truly frail and vulnerable. 

Yet his strides radiated vigour and nimbleness, hinting to the observer that he was no ordinary man. 

Seated where she was, Isabelle fixed her gaze on his countenance, which appeared remarkably familiar, and a cold smile unwittingly formed on her lips. 

This smile conveyed a plethora of emotions. 

On the stage, Jasiel expressed words of appreciation, praising the virtues of charity. 

To Isabelle, it appeared to be a cruel mockery. 

A murderer with blood staining his hands, devoid of remorse and merciless, who had perpetrated numerous vile acts and trained assassins, had not even relinquished his butcher’s blade before assuming the guise of a revered philanthropist, admired and lauded by others. 

The situation held a deep sense of irony and absurdity. 

Had he done so many wrongs that now he felt guilty and was trying to do good deeds to make up for it? 

Was he afraid of facing consequences in the afterlife? 

With such a weighty load of negative karma, could a mere few lifetimes of virtuous acts possibly balance it 

out? 

Sam asked, “Are Miss Jenkins and Old Mr. Reeve acquainted with each other?” 

Isabelle quickly replied, “It’s a friend’s invitation.”