Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 221 My Sweetheart

After a brief period of silence, Isabelle cast a glance in Yves‘ direction and observed him sulking with an expression of discontent.

She instructed, “Remain silent.”

Yves, displaying defiance, replied, “With you by my side, why would I need a bodyguard?”

Isabelle told herself, I regret posing the question.

She guided Yves to the predetermined hotel for their evening meal.

Upon exiting the car and stepping into the lobby, as they progressed toward the elevator, they noticed George and his group entering through a separate entrance.

Kaeli exclaimed, “Miss Jenkins, what a surprise to encounter you here.”

Dylan lightly tapped his nose, trying to hide his embarrassment. I have to confess, Mr. George’s aunt’s acting skills are quite remarkable.

It proved to be quite a challenge for all those engaged in the preparations for Mr. George’s wedding.

Yves fixed his stare on the determined George and interrogated Isabelle with an icy tone, “Do you believe this coincidence?”

Isabelle stated firmly, “This is the most luxurious hotel in Taragon City.”

Yves cautioned, “Don’t defend him, Sweetheart.”

Isabelle expressed concern, “I fear you’ll torment yourself over this!”

As George and his aunt drew near, Kaeli warmly proposed to Isabelle, “George has arranged a private room for me. Since we’re all present, why don’t you join us?”

Isabelle sought Yves‘ perspective.

I always relish a

pondered, What’s this fellow plotting!

stairs to the

offered, pulling out a chair for Isabelle and then positioning another

well have been sitting on the same

just as George was about to pass

order according to your taste.” Yves held

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should be prepared, and what sauce to

to instructing about the steak–how it should be cooked, what sauce to pair with it,

amidst the exchanges was

“Mr. Harris, please pay him no

George replied, “Understood.”

individual is undoubtedly here to stir up trouble.

shut the menu, spotted the fresh red rose gracing the table before them, and extended his hand to retrieve the flower.

carefully plucked the thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near her ear,

leaned on his hand, beaming at Isabelle with a radiant expression, his

devoted admirer, completely

and resolutely inserted the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half of his meticulously styled locks were

his hair greatly, forbidding anyone from touching it, particularly

anyone else, even Jim, Yves would have engaged in an argument, but this person

not only unfazed but also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing

was astonished. The chairman of the Dilin Group, the leader of 791, was actually

fellow

a glance at George, seated a few rows apart. She caught him staring at her, his expression composed

gradually relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing,

towards himself. “Sweetheart, don’t pay him any mind. Focus on me. What makes him so