Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 78 My Friend Sent Me Wine 

After all, she had always thought it was Sam’s intention. 

“No problem, as long as it helped you, Miss Jenkins. George thought to himself: I’m glad I mentioned it. 

At that moment, her phone vibrated. Isabelle absentmindedly closed the chat with Yves and saw a message from an unknown number. 

She clicked to open it and saw a message from the sender: I’m Mike Sanders. 

Isabelle ignored it directly, swiped her hand to go back, and exited the screen. 

Meanwhile, Mike held his phone, feeling inexplicably nervous. 

However, there was still no response after waiting for half a day. 

There was no rejection and no response. 

Is she still yet to see it? 

A few days later. 

George came down from upstairs and heard some commotion downstairs 

At the front door, Dylan carried a heavy wooden box into the hall. “Miss Jenkins, it seems to be yours.” 

At Isabelle’s gesture, Dylan took the tools and opened the box. 

Inside the box were bottles of wine. 

“Who sent so much wine to you, Miss Jenkins?” Dylan asked curiously, picking up a bottle. “Wow, are these wine bottles studded with diamonds?” He scratched at it and examined it closely. 

“Are these real diamonds? And red diamonds, too!” 

Melfrey became a gathering place for mercenaries because it had many mines, including gold and diamond mines. 

There were rich merchants everywhere. 

Most mercenaries on escort missions were transporting freshly mined diamonds and raw gemstones. 

Within Melfrey, two–thirds of the mines belong to the God’s Armament Alliance and George. 

Thus, Dylan recognised the diamonds on the wine bottles at a glance. 

“The wine bottles studded with diamonds–that’s really extravagant… Oh, I mean, sorry, Miss Jenkins.” 

Realising he had sworn and acted out of line. Dylan quickly closed his mouth, embarrassed. 

“What kind of wine is this? Let me look it up. Dylan said, taking out his phone and searching for it. 

The more he searched for it, the more astonished he became. 

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In his excitement, Dylan blurted out. “Holy crap! Isle of Aire Whisky Limited Edition, 5,979,000 dollars per bottle!” 

Dylan looked at his phone, quickly reading aloud, “It’s from Luxury Beverage in the UK. The bottle is made of British crystal, plated with two gold bars, and studded with 8,500 diamonds and 300 rubies. Inside this luxurious bottle is a vintage single malt whisky from the Isle of Aire, aged in original casks, known as the most expensive whisky in the world…” 

Terrified, Dylan carefully placed the bottle back into the box. If he dropped it, he couldn’t afford to pay for it, even if he sold himself eight hundred times. 

Unable to resist, he picked up another bottle and glanced at the expensive–looking wine bottle. 

“Billionaire Vodka!” 

“Ley 925 Tequila!” 

After scanning through several bottles and seeing one sky–high price after another, Dylan couldn’t help but swallow hard. 

He thought: Thank goodness my boss doesn’t like drinking, or he’d have to go bankrupt. 

Dylan said. “Miss Jenkins, these wines are… 

Isabelle continued. “My friend sent me these.” 

Dylan wanted to ask what kind of friend would send such extravagant gifts. 

Dylan continued asking. “Your friend is sending you so many expensive wines to… 

“To drink. 

If wine is not for drinking, then is it for eating? 

Isabelle looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. 

“Drink? Are you supposed to drink it with your mouth? Straight from the bottle?” Dylan’s voice was trembling. 

Is it really the literal meaning? 

Isabelle looked at him strangely and said, “Dylan, can you drink with any other part of your body?” She glanced at him again. 

Is this a question a human asks? 

How can this kind of person work alongside George? 

He saved George’s life, right? 

“Not that. What I mean is that, in my understanding, such expensive things either go into a collection 

room or to an auction.” 

Dylan thought: Okay, I’m clueless. 

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One bottle would be fine, but d“, a tohole box? This box must be worth billions, right? And you’re going to drink it? Is there such a big shot in Norward City! Besides, even with money, you can’t buy these wines. 

Is there someone so powerful in Norward City? 

Dylan was just thinking, and then he saw Isabelle had already picked up a bottle and opened it. The moment the cap fell to the ground, Dylan’s heart trembled violently. This bottle costs 4,680,000 dollars! 

Dylan, care for a drink?” Isabelle poured herself a glass, 

Dylan shook his head. “No, thank you, Miss Jenkins.” 

Dylan wanted to say: My ordinary stomach can’t handle this blessing 

When George came down from upstairs, Dylan quickly stood up from the ground and resumed his usual composure. “Mr. Harris 

George glanced at the box. 

Dylan quickly explained, “Miss Jenkins‘ friend sent her a box of wine.” 

George looked at the shipping information sticker on the box. As expected, the sender’s information, including the address, was all asterisks. 

It was delivered by a dedicated car. 

“Mr. Harris, would you like some wine?” Isabelle remembered something and added, “Oh, I forgot, you don’t drink.” 

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One bottle would be fine, but dmn, a whole bor? This bar must be worth billions, right? And you’re going to drink it? Is there such a big shot in Norward City! Besides, even with money, you can’t buy these wines. 

Is there someone so powerful in Norward City? 

Dylan was just thinking, and then he saw Isabelle had already picked up a bottle and opened it. The moment the cap fell to the ground, Dylan’s heart trembled violently. This bottle costs 4,680,000 dollars! 

Dylan, care for a drink?” Isabelle poured herself a glass. 

Dylan shook his head. “No, thank you, Miss Jenkins.” 

Dylan wanted to say: My ordinary stomach can’t handle this blessing. 

When George came down from upstairs, Dylan quickly stood up from the ground and resumed his usual composure. “Mr. Harris.” 

George glanced at the box. 

Dylan quickly explained, “Miss Jenkins‘ friend sent her a box of wine.” 

George looked at the shipping information sticker on the box. As expected, the sender’s information, including the address, was all asterisks. 

It was delivered by a dedicated car. 

“Mr. Harris, would you like some wine?” Isabelle remembered something and added, “Oh, I forgot, you don’t drink. 

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