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.

Isabelle underwent the implantation of the Blood Shadow’s iris crystal into her eyes.

Melfrey–a coastal mansion poised atop

a creation of Isabelle’s own design, had been brought to life

courtesy of ample glass

essence permeated the air, both inside and out.

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Chapter 358 Iris

Finished

Isabelle stepped inside, the once–quiet mansion hummed with activity, cleaning

hall, a holographic display materialized, verifying Isabelle’s identity through her iris and

from the second floor via an elevator, gliding

from the

aback. “Switch back to your

looking; no matter how many times she deleted

upon Isabelle’s return home, it was his voice that greeted

“Of course, madam, promptly reverting

of cleanliness

in the absence of human presence, one would hardly

her iris, descending to the first basement level via the elevator’s

gray robot, granting access upon scanning

windows framing a stunning vista of the expansive

a barrier, muffling the sounds of crashing waves, bestowing upon the interior

chimed in, “Shall I open the

exited the elevator, declaring, “Not

I switch on the TV,

hushed it with a gesture.

fell silent.

the corridor, Isabelle reached the solitary

the room and, with another scan, unlocked a safe.