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 by verdant

vast, meticulously tended garden, imparting a sylvan charm to

opulent mansion, the butler and servants stood

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

take it upstairs and ensure

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two chairs, Isabelle confidently claimed Yves‘ seat without

Finished

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

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

“Cheers, darling”

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

buds.

that treating you?”

nodded in approval. “Not too

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

found his hunger reignited in Isabelle’s presence, relishing

leaned in, resting his chin on his hand,

holding up?” Isabelle inquired between

working on sorting out that medical

see him

to see

him with a smirk, “Feck

chuckled. “Mom heard you were in town and rushed back from Washton last night. She’s got all

“Piss off.”

Years ago,

surgeon willing to tackle the operation. Isabelle, however, boldly stepped forward, securing

the operation forged a profound bond between her and Yves, laying