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 by verdant surroundings..

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

opulent mansion, the butler and servants stood in immaculate formation,

gracefully stepped out of the car, striding in as if she owned the place, heading

instructed them to take it

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

Finished

unfazed by the switch, took the adjacent seat, knowing it had always been

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

“Cheers, darling”

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

buds.

treating you?”

in approval.

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

been experiencing a lack of appetite of late, found his hunger reignited in Isabelle’s presence, relishing a sumptuous meal alongside

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

holding up?” Isabelle inquired between bites.

And I’m also working on sorting out that medical license for you,” Yves responded

swing by to see him tomorrow,” Isabelle

to see your

corrected him with a

from Washton last

“Piss off.”

Years ago,

no surgeon willing to tackle the operation. Isabelle, however, boldly stepped

forged a profound bond between her and Yves, laying the