Chapter 137 Dinner


    Sam promptly replied. “Of course, Uncle George. No problem…”


    Dn 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 ssmate’s dad paid a visit to my firm. George mentioned, sliding a card across the table towards Isabelle. “Here’s your wine fund.”


    ncing 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 thepany’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 <b>cash</b>, George borated.


    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.


    Dn 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. <b>Sam </b>silently resumed his seat, feeling slightly awkward.


    George afforded <b>a </b>quick nce to <b>Sam </b>and said, “Dig in.”


    Sam took his cutlery. “Yes.”


    Dn, 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 ce is quitefortable. I’ll swing by your school tomorrow and take you there,” George casually informed Isabelle, who simply nodded in acknowledgment.


    <i>Uncle </i>George whisking Isabelle away <i>to </i><i>his </i>ce<i>? </i>Sounds like an extended stay.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    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 <b>have </b>given it a lot of consideration, didn’t you?”


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    Sam nced 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 <b>him</b>.


    But <b>she </b>couldn’t say that.


    His nephew <b>was </b>around, so she had to take care of his pride.


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


    George <b>was </b>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 <b>hand</b>, 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 <b>fine</b>,” he reassured, his focus shifting back to his meal.


    Despite his efforts to enjoy it, the food seemed rather nd to Sam’s <b>pte</b>.


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


    Dn 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 nced at Isabelle and offered a sincere exnation, I wanted to express my gratitude to Ms. Jenkins for saving my life back then.”


    George replied with a simple, <b>“</b><b>Ah</b>, I see.”


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


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


    Turning to Isabelle, George asked, “What <b>took </b>you to Maven Apothecary?”


    Isabelle rified, “I was picking up some medication for my brother


    Inquisitive, George probed, “Is he unwell?”


    Isabelle shrugged. “Just a minor ailment.”


    George nodded inprehension. “I see.”


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    Throughout the meal, Sam remained silent, his <b>attention </b>drifting from his te. He listened as his uncle engaged Isabelle in conversation, asionally including him with questions. That was the only time he could speak.


    Sam couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling of his uncle’s eyes on him. He straightened up, making sure to <b>mind </b>his manners throughout the meal.


    As Isabelle finished eating, George called an end to the meal. “Dn, please handle the bill,” he instructed.


    Quickly, Sam stood up. “Uncle, let me cover it. This dinner is supposed to be my treat. I can’t let you pay.


    George shook his head. “I’m your uncle. It’s not right for you to pay. You head back, I’ll make sure Isabelle gets safely back to school.”


    Sam nodded reluctantly. “Alright…”


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