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

rolled into a secluded estate, flanked

sprawled a vast, meticulously tended garden, imparting a sylvan charm to

butler and servants

the car, striding in as if she owned the place,

Yves instructed them to take it upstairs and ensure the room

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Chapter 357 Airport

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

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adjacent seat, knowing it had always been intended for Isabelle.

delight. Yves uncorked several meticulously selected bottles of fine wine, each boasting a hefty price. tag, all in a bid to offer Isabelle a diverse array

“Cheers, darling”

try this, he urged, presenting a dish tailored precisely to

buds.

treating you?”

in approval. “Not too

wide grin spread across Yves‘ face. “In that case, no need to rush off. I’ll have the chef whip this up for

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

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

dad holding up?” Isabelle inquired between bites.

working on sorting out

swing by to see him

leaned closer, teasingly asking. “Going to see your

him with a smirk, “Feck off.”

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

“Piss off.”

Years ago,

willing to tackle the operation. Isabelle, however, boldly

her primary aim had been licensure, the operation forged a profound bond between her and Yves, laying the foundation for their present relationship.