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 estate, flanked

the left sprawled a vast, meticulously tended garden, imparting a sylvan charm to the abode. To the

and servants stood in

of the car, striding in as if she owned the place, heading straight for the

them to take it upstairs and ensure the

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dining table, set with two chairs, Isabelle confidently claimed Yves‘ seat without a moment’s

Finished

seat, knowing it had

boasting a hefty price. tag, all

“Cheers, darling”

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

buds.

treating you?”

nodded in approval.

no need to rush off. I’ll have the chef

a lack of appetite of late, found his hunger reignited

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

holding up?” Isabelle inquired between

working on sorting out that medical license for

to see him

teasingly asking. “Going to see your

a smirk,

from Washton

“Piss off.”

Years ago,

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

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