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,

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

opulent mansion, the butler and servants

she owned the place,

instructed them to take it upstairs and ensure the room was aired

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

Finished

took the adjacent seat, knowing it had always been

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

“Cheers, darling”

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

buds.

that treating you?”

approval. “Not too

across Yves‘ face. “In that case, no need to rush

found his hunger reignited in Isabelle’s presence, relishing

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

dad holding up?” Isabelle

also working on sorting out that medical

by to see him

teasingly asking. “Going to see your in–laws, are

a

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

“Piss off.”

Years ago,

faced a daunting heart condition, with no surgeon willing to tackle the operation. Isabelle, however, boldly stepped forward, securing her medical license only after the

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