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

into a secluded estate, flanked by verdant

vast, meticulously tended garden, imparting a sylvan charm to the abode. To the right stretched out a lush green golf course.

the butler and servants stood

as if she owned the place, heading straight for the dining room where the stall awaited her

them to take it upstairs and ensure the room was aired out.

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

Finished

switch, took the adjacent seat, knowing it had

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

“Cheers, darling”

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

buds.

treating

approval. “Not too

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

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

his hand, his gaze filled with admiration, a radiant smile gracing his face.

up?” Isabelle inquired between

on sorting out that medical license

see him tomorrow,” Isabelle

teasingly asking. “Going to

corrected him with a

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

“Piss

Years ago,

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

licensure, the operation forged a profound bond between her and Yves, laying the foundation