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

a secluded

tended garden, imparting a sylvan charm to the abode. To the right stretched out a

the butler and servants

out of the car, striding in as if she owned the

a servant, Yves instructed them to take it upstairs and

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set with two chairs, Isabelle confidently claimed Yves‘ seat without a moment’s hesitation, while the servants visibly fretted, their brows damp

Finished

switch, took the adjacent seat, knowing it

delight. Yves uncorked several meticulously selected bottles of fine wine, each boasting a hefty price. tag, all in

“Cheers, darling”

tailored precisely

buds.

treating you?”

nodded in approval. “Not too

Yves‘ face. “In that case, no need to rush

late, found his hunger reignited in Isabelle’s

Yves leaned in, resting his chin on his hand, his gaze filled with admiration,

up?” Isabelle inquired between

sorting out that medical license for you,”

to see him tomorrow,” Isabelle declared.

closer, teasingly asking. “Going to see your in–laws, are

with a smirk, “Feck off.”

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

“Piss

Years ago,

operation. Isabelle, however, boldly stepped forward, securing her

primary aim had been licensure, the operation forged a profound bond between her and Yves, laying