Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 358 Iris

Isabelle declared, “I’m planning to go for the implant.”

Finished

Yves gazed into Isabelle’s captivating eyes, though not as mesmerizing as her former ones, he had grown fond of them over time.

Nodding. Yves assured her, “Just give me a bit, I’ll sort out all the arrangements.”

Meanwhile, it was time for the college entrance exam results to roll out.

Ethan’s results were still pending, but expectations were high, with him anticipated to clinch a spot in the state’s top thirty for science. Spending half a day emulating Isabelle’s previous life, Ethan successfully hacked into the official Taragon City exam website.

Behind him, White Owl and Jack hovered, their eyes fixed on the screen.

White Owl chimed in. “Isn’t this pushing the boundaries? What if we get nabbed?”

His words were like a red flag, signaling trouble.

The firewall of the official Taragon City exam site proved more formidable than that of Norward City. Erhan, lacking finesse, was swiftly caught in the web..

Quickly seeking out George with his laptop. Ethan found a solution.

George, impressed, remarked, “You’re making strides, but you’re just a tad too eager, so you’re prone to slip–ups.”

Discovering Ethan’s knack for computer science and his acquired skills from Isabelle, George took on the role of mentor, personally guiding him instead.

During this phase, Ethan shadowed George, delving into the intricacies of hacking techniques.

Ethan saw his results. 718 points. He was happy with it, since it was just about the score he predicted for himself. He called Isabelle to celebrate.

The next day in Melfrey, Isabelle made her way to Yves‘ parents‘ place, her primary concern being Yves father’s well–being.

armed with her fresh medical license, Isabelle underwent the implantation

estates in Melfrey–a coastal mansion

creation of Isabelle’s own design, had been

of ample glass and metal accents, evoking a

permeated the air, both inside and out.

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once–quiet mansion hummed with activity, cleaning

verifying Isabelle’s identity through

pristine white robotic butler descended from the second

emanated from the robot’s mouth. “Madam.”

aback. “Switch back to your regular

voice into the system when she wasn’t looking; no matter

home, it was his voice that greeted her.

butler complied, “Of course, madam, promptly reverting to its default tone.

a haven of cleanliness untouched by dust..

human presence, one would hardly guess it had sat uninhabited

descending to the first basement level via the

there stood a gray robot,

adorned with floor–to–ceiling windows framing a stunning vista of

barrier, muffling the sounds of crashing waves, bestowing

chimed in, “Shall I open

elevator,

inquired, “Shall I switch on

hushed it with a

fell silent.

her way through the corridor, Isabelle reached the solitary room.

room and,