Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 218 Encounter at the Airport

George, who appeared focused straight ahead, evidently hadn’t glimpsed her presence.

Is he also here to pick up someone?

Whom and he specifically arrive to fetch?

Isabelle refrained from approaching to greet him.

Before long, activity stirred near the arrival gate, and multiple travellers emerged.

Isabelle stowed her phone..

The stream of travellers persisted.

Among them, a young man with outstanding height and striking features emerged, his hair drawing attention with its eye–catching style.

Half of his hair, a striking silver–white that extended past his ears, was partially pulled back, with loose strands framing his face, creating an effortlessly tousled charm. However, upon closer examination, it was meticulously arranged.

The young man possessed a slim physique, adorned in attire more akin to that of a high–profile celebrity. evidently styled by a professional.

Sporting a prominent nose bridge, fair complexion, and deep, glossy brown eyes, his mixed lineage subtly hinted at a depth and complexity surpassing Ardon’s.

The eyes shaped like a peach blossom added an extra layer of allure and mystique to his appearance.

Striding with one hand casually tucked in his pocket and the other guiding a suitcase, he exuded the aura of a runway celebrity, drawing numerous gazes

Isabelle silently remarked to herself. What a show–off

gaze across the crowd.

Yves swept his ga

of Blood Shadow, and his repeated video invitations had been cruelly rejected. His

having laid eyes on her previously, the instant Yves locked

the corridor, his long legs swiftly carrying him

her, he abandoned his suitcase and hurriedly enveloped her in a tight

corridor, casting affectionate glances at George, who had

her, saying, “Long time no see, Aunt Kaeli.”

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at the Airport

a gentle tone, tinged with

my pleasure. George leaned down, lightly embracing

his aunt, he happened to glance upwards and unexpectedly caught sight of a familiar half–face of a girl not far away.

man tightly embracing the girl had her pressed against him, obscuring half of her visage.

a smitten young couple. The man’s adoration for the girl was palpable, radiating

observers.

mistook the man for a celebrity and hastily whipped out their phones to snap

his

girl had evidently spotted him long before he had noticed her. Her gaze had been fixed on him before he even became aware of her presence.

stood facing each other,

while she was tightly held by another

it was clear how exhilarated the man was. It seemed like he might lift Isabelle and spin her

remarked. That’s

missed you so

Isabelle demanded.

Yves only tightened his hold, teasing. Just a little

Isabelle sighed, “Tsk.”

said, “That’s the tone, Sweetheart. I love your cold and ruthless tone, I

he buried his face against her and inhaled deeply. “You still

a moment, he reluctantly released her. He cupped Isabelle’s face in his hands, bending down to study her

your face is adorable, and your height is cute

her soft,

face isn’t as beautiful as it once was, it now has an innocent and pure charm when you smile,” he remarked.

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