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

leisurely rolled into a secluded estate, flanked

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

and

owned the place, heading straight for the dining room where

take it upstairs and

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Chapter 357 Airport

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

Finished

adjacent seat, knowing it

meticulously selected bottles of fine wine, each boasting a hefty

“Cheers, darling”

presenting a dish tailored precisely to her palate. “I’m

buds.

treating you?”

in approval. “Not

“In that case, no need to rush off. I’ll have the chef whip this up for you

found his hunger reignited in Isabelle’s

savored her meal, Yves leaned in, resting his chin on his hand, his gaze filled with admiration, a radiant smile

up?” Isabelle

on sorting out that medical license for you,” Yves responded

to see him tomorrow,”

to see

with a smirk, “Feck off.”

heard you were in town and rushed back from Washton

“Piss

Years ago,

condition, with no surgeon willing to tackle the operation. Isabelle, however, boldly stepped forward, securing her medical license only after the

forged a profound bond between her