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 by verdant surroundings..

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

butler and servants stood in immaculate formation,

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

to a servant, Yves instructed them to take it upstairs and

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the dining table, set with two chairs, Isabelle confidently claimed Yves‘ seat without a moment’s hesitation, while the servants visibly fretted,

Finished

the adjacent seat, knowing

hefty price. tag, all in a bid to

“Cheers, darling”

tailored precisely

buds.

that treating

approval. “Not too

face. “In that case, no need to rush off. I’ll have the chef

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

leaned in, resting his chin on his hand, his

your dad holding up?” Isabelle inquired between bites.

thanks to you. And I’m also working on sorting out that medical license for you,”

by to see

“Going to see your in–laws, are

him with a smirk, “Feck off.”

from Washton last night. She’s got all

“Piss

Years ago,

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

profound bond between her and Yves, laying the foundation