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

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

the butler and servants stood in immaculate

of the car, striding in as if she owned the place, heading straight for the dining room where the stall awaited

Yves instructed them to take it upstairs and

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

Finished

seat, knowing it had always been

bottles of fine wine, each boasting a hefty price.

“Cheers, darling”

try this, he urged, presenting a dish tailored precisely to her palate. “I’m positive it’ll tickle

buds.

that treating you?”

approval.

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

lack of appetite of late, found his hunger reignited

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

up?” Isabelle inquired between

to you. And I’m also working on sorting out

by to see him tomorrow,” Isabelle

teasingly asking. “Going to see

with a smirk, “Feck

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

snapped, “Piss

Years ago,

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

profound bond between her and Yves, laying the foundation