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.

“Absolutely, I always relish a festive gathering.”

What’s this fellow

group ascended the stairs

offered, pulling out a chair for Isabelle and

well have been sitting

waiter approached with the menu, and just as George was about to

order according to your taste.” Yves held the menu, lounging casually.

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be prepared, and what sauce to accompany it,

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

could discern amidst the exchanges was

pay him no mind.

George replied, “Understood.”

Oh no, this individual is undoubtedly here to stir up

gracing the table before them, and extended his hand to retrieve the

Isabelle’s hair near her ear, and secured the rose behind her

with a radiant expression, his smile seeming to emanate from the depths

devoted admirer, completely captivated by

raised her hand, and resolutely inserted the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half of

it, particularly since he had dedicated over thirty minutes to styling it.

even Jim, Yves would have engaged

only unfazed but also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon Isabelle

chairman of the Dilin Group, the leader of 791, was

fellow rather

George, seated a few rows apart. She caught him staring at her, his expression composed but his jaw tight, possibly grinding

his breathing, and then bestowed

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