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 chair and walked straight to her side. The three silently supported

Yvette again, Andrew felt a surge of anger and was ready to rush forward. However, Jeremiah was quicker; he strode over to Yvette

presence, possessing an air of nobility and aloofness that couldn’t be ignored. The surrounding students instinctively parted to create a path leading

Jeremiah but, upon catching a glimpse of him, found himself frozen in place by his icy

moment, it 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

go get some steaks, Jeremiah said to Yvette, his

annoyed glance at Patrick, thinking he was nothing but

that old bastard!” Andrew’s tone was filled

they

students surrounding thein were taken aback by the handsome looks of both Jeremiah and Andrew. Not only were th attractive, but their

tinged with disdain. What shocked everyone the most

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. Even the professors from

bit relieved. With everyone’s attention focused on Patrick, Yvette, and this striking newcomer, Sharon thought perhaps she wouldn’t need to apologize after all. She hoped the situation would escalate

steaks they were about to eat lifted Yvette’s spirits. She looked up, 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

having learned it as a child and reviewed it only three days prior was clearly a testament to Yvette’s

such a claim, it might have been dismissed

my god, do all talented people talk

to be a fan of Yvette. She’s

how incredible her memory must be! I can’t

sensing no one was watching, quickly retrieved them. Then, in unison, they began to shout, “Yvette, you’re

flattery made her feel a bit overwhelmed for the first time. Patrick, now intimidated by Jeremiah, found himself at

good memory!” Winona suddenly exclaimed. At this,

been here for a few days; it’s not surprising that you don’t know her abilities. I think you’re just afraid that Sharon will have to apologize to Yvette for losing: you’re