Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 357 Airport.

The spectacle unnerved the others who had come to collect them, causing them to hesitate, fearful of causing a scene.

At the helm stood a young man with tousled hair, a fusion of features, his appearance akin to a living painting.

Isabelle, however, remained unperturbed by the commotion.

Upon spying Isabelle, Yves lit up with a radiant smile, reaching out for a hug

Yet, as they closed the gap, Isabelle abruptly thrust the backpack she carried into his arms.

Yves caught the bag and attempted to approach further.

With a firm tone, Isabelle stated, “Let’s get moving

Overflowing with emotion, Yves exclaimed, “My dear!”

To which Isabelle retorted, “I’m famished.

Upon Yves prompt, he swiftly grabbed the backpack and caught up with her stride. “Let’s head home. Got everything set up, including all your favorite grub,” he informed her.

As they exited the airport, the streets were awash with a parade of luxury cars, each accompanied by stern- faced, black–suited bodyguards.

Rumor had it that this man’s retinue rivaled that of the president, especially during Isabelle’s arrivals.

Approaching one of the cars, Yves gallantly opened the door for Isabelle.

Isabelle shot back, “Planning to raid my closet?“,

Yves chuckled. “Can I add your clothes to my collection?”

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Isabelle countered, “Think I’ll just blow instead.”

Yves nodded. “Absolutely, if it brings a smile to your face.”

Your collection room

convoy leisurely rolled into a secluded estate, flanked

charm to the abode. To the right stretched out a lush green golf

of the opulent mansion, the butler and

she owned the place, heading straight for the dining room where the stall

take it upstairs and ensure the room was aired

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Chapter 357 Airport

Isabelle confidently claimed Yves‘ seat without a moment’s hesitation,

Finished

switch, took the adjacent seat,

a hefty price. tag, all in a bid to offer Isabelle a

“Cheers, darling”

a dish tailored precisely to her palate. “I’m positive it’ll tickle your taste

buds.

treating you?”

in approval.

spread across Yves‘ face. “In that case, no need to rush off. I’ll have the chef

appetite of late, found his hunger reignited in Isabelle’s presence, relishing

Yves leaned in, resting his chin on his

your dad holding up?”

And I’m also working on sorting

see him tomorrow,” Isabelle declared.

asking. “Going to see your in–laws, are you?”

a

you were in town and rushed back from Washton last night. She’s got all the gifts

snapped, “Piss off.”

Years ago,

a daunting heart condition, with no surgeon willing to tackle the operation. Isabelle, however,

been licensure, the operation forged a profound bond between her and Yves, laying the foundation for their present