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...”
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