Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 357 Airport.

The spectacle unnerved the others who had cto 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 The convoy leisurely rolled into a secluded estate, flanked by verdant surroundings..

On the left sprawled a vast, meticulously tended garden, imparting a sylvan charm to the abode. To the right stretched out a lush green golf course.

At the entrance of the opulent mansion, the butler and servants stood in immaculate formation, awaiting their arrival.

Isabelle gracefully stepped out of the car, striding in as if she owned the place, heading straight for the dining room where the stall awaited her commands.

Handing Isabelle's backpack to a servant, Yves instructed them to take it upstairs and ensure the room was aired out.

1/3 Chapter 357 Airport At the dining table, set with two chairs, Isabelle confidently claimed Yves' seat without a moment's hesitation, while the servants visibly fretted, their brows damp with perspiration, Finished Yves, unfazed by the switch, took the adjacent seat, knowing it had always been intended for Isabelle.

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

"Cheers, darling" "Hey, try this, he urged, presenting a dish tailored precisely to her palate. "I'm positive it'll tickle your taste buds.

"How's that treating you?" Isabelle nodded in approval. "Not too shabby." A wide grin spread across Yves' face. "In that case, no need to rush off. I'll have the chef whip this up for you daily.

Yves, who had been experiencing a lack of appetite of late, found his hunger reignited in Isabelle's presence, relishing a sumptuous meal alongside her.

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

"How's your dad holding up?" Isabelle inquired between bites.

"Much better, thanks to you. And I'm also working on sorting out that medical license for you," Yves responded warmly.

"I'll swing by to see him tomorrow," Isabelle declared.

Yves leaned closer, teasingly asking. "Going to see your in-laws, are you?" Isabelle corrected him with a smirk, "Feck off." Yves chuckled. "Mom heard you were in town and rushed back from Washton last night. She's got all the gifts lined up." Isabelle snapped, "Piss off." Years ago, Yves's father 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 triumphant procedure.

Though her primary aim had been licensure, the operation forged a profound bond between her and Yves, laying the foundation for their present relationship.

"Aren't you anxious about Jim?"Isabelle queried.

Isabelle's prompt sparked a sudden realization in Yves, prompting him to ask, “Is that rascal Jim still kicking?" "He's laid up at home. Isabelle replied casually.

2/3 08:41 Fri, 28 Jun Chapter 357 Airport A grin spread across Yves' face. "Served him right, did he?" "He got into a scuffle," Isabelle explained.

Yves chuckled. "I'll hit him up on video chat later." "Hey, where's that computer I left here?" Isabelle inquired, changing the subject..

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Yves revealed, "It's stashed away in the safe in my room. I keep tabs on it up and regularly to ensure it's juiced in top form. No one else has laid a finger on it." Curiously, he inquired, "Hey, babe, what exactly did you leave on your computer?" "My iris." Yves, taken aback at first, burst into laughter. "Well, ain't I the top dog in your trust circle."

After dinner, Isabelle retrieved the computer, punching in the password and navigating through layers of security to access the iris data she had stored. From the sidelines, Yves piped up, "Planning to craft an iris crystal?"

Entering Isabelle's abode without her iris was no easy feat, especially if she needed to return to retch something. Without her iris, accessing the safes was a non-starter.