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

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

the butler and servants stood in immaculate formation, awaiting

as if she owned the place, heading straight for the dining room where

instructed them to take it upstairs

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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

adjacent seat, knowing it had always

wine, each boasting a hefty price. tag, all in a bid to offer

“Cheers, darling”

tailored precisely to

buds.

that treating you?”

in approval. “Not

no need to

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

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

your dad holding up?” Isabelle

also working on sorting

swing by to see him tomorrow,” Isabelle declared.

to see your in–laws,

with a smirk, “Feck off.”

“Mom heard you were in town and rushed back from

snapped, “Piss off.”

Years ago,

daunting heart condition, with no surgeon willing to tackle the operation. Isabelle,

her primary aim had been licensure, the operation forged a profound bond