Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

“Everyone, please be quiet, Patrick said.

The students of Argrol University assumed Patrick was about to praise Yvette and announce the results of the competition. After all, the superiority of the two speakers was evident, and there was no need for a vote. Everyone could see that Yvette had won, and decisively at that,

Adjusting his tie, Patrick looked at Yvette on stage and asked in an accusatory tone, “Ms. Zeller, your speech was indeed impressive. However, I have one question that needs your explanation.”

Yvette inclined her head slightly, her tone steady and confident, “Go ahead.”

The students at Argrol University were captivated by Yvette’s audacity. It was clear she had every right to be proud.

Patrick was known for being peny at Argrol University. In the past, when he taught classes, he often summoned students to his office for minor infractions and kept them there for hours.

Many students had been recorded for misconduct, yet no one dared to confront him, as everyone wanted to graduate smoothly and avoid antagonizing a dean.

Patrick paused for a moment, but in front of so many students, he couldn’t afford to lose his temper. However, his expression instantly darkened.

“Ms. Zeller, you are as headstrong as ever. I want to ask if this speech was truly written by you. As we all know, you come from a rural background, and your record shows that you lack even a basic education. How could you possibly speak Frixyia? And how could you give an off-the-cuff speech in just three days?” he asked.

Patrick’s sharp gaze betrayed an insidiousness that seemed unsettling; he stared directly at Yvette. She returned his gaze with a mixture of coldness and impatience, and those around her could feel the tension.

Students at Argrol University couldn’t help but feel a tingle of doubt creeping in. After all, it was indeed puzzling that country girl could master Frixyia; that was, to some, quite unbelievable. Some, influenced by Patrick’s insinuations, began to harbor doubts.

“Mr. Williams is right; how could Yvette possibly speak Frixyia? This does seem odd.”

“Indeed. Frixyia is difficult to learn; we all know that.”

“Let’s hear what Yvette has to say.

John stepped beside Yvette, and Tobias stood up from his

anger and was ready to rush forward. However, Jeremiah was quicker; he strode

an air of nobility and aloofness that couldn’t be ignored. The surrounding students instinctively

a glimpse of him, found himself frozen in place

felt as if a sharp blade were aimed directly at him, and his reprimanding words caught in his throat, unable to be voiced. He understood right away that Jeremiah

said to Yvette, his voice

Patrick,

and forget about that old bastard!” Andrew’s tone was filled with a

they

of both Jeremiah

with disdain. What shocked everyone

beside Yvette, her jealousy spiraling like a vine, wildly growing within her heart. She couldn’t understand how Yvette had only been here for a few days and managed to meet such an exceptional man and friends who would stand up for her.

With everyone’s attention focused on Patrick, Yvette, and this striking newcomer, Sharon thought perhaps she wouldn’t need to

her irritation fading as she pursed her lips and glanced past Jeremiah at Patrick Frixyia is quite simple, I learned it when I was young and reviewed

declaration stirred up a wave of envy among the crowd. To claim fluency from having learned it as a child and reviewed it only three

else had made such a claim, it might have been dismissed as boasting. However, coming from Yvette, no one dared to question

my god, do all talented

definitely going to be a fan of Yvette.

must be! I can’t even fathom

students who had thrown down their banners earlier, sensing no one was watching, quickly retrieved them. Then, in unison, they began

first time. Patrick,

a good memory!” Winona suddenly exclaimed. At this, the students in the auditorium fell silent for

back any longer. Her cheeks puffed up with anger. “Hey, Winona, don’t think everyone can’t tell what you mean Yve has only been here for a few days; it’s not surprising that