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.

her fresh medical license, Isabelle underwent the implantation of the Blood

coastal mansion

of Isabelle’s own design, had been

an exterior that embraced openness, courtesy of ample glass and metal accents, evoking a

essence permeated the

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

of the hall, a holographic display materialized, verifying Isabelle’s identity through her iris and presenting essential

after, a pristine white robotic butler descended from the second floor via an elevator, gliding

emanated from the robot’s mouth.

taken aback. “Switch back to

she wasn’t looking; no matter

return home, it

course, madam, promptly reverting to its

gleamed, a haven of

human presence, one would hardly guess it had sat uninhabited for years.

to the first basement

there stood a gray robot, granting access upon

floor–to–ceiling windows framing a stunning vista of the expansive sea, bathed in the brilliance

sounds of crashing waves,

gray robot chimed in, “Shall I open the

the elevator, declaring, “Not

“Shall I switch on

it with

fell

through the corridor, Isabelle reached the

iris recognition, she accessed the room and, with