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

Yvette’s expression hardened as she set her coffee cup on the table, the sound of a quiet but deliberate click that filled the tense silence. Her lingers lingered on the rim for a moment, tracing its edge, before she finally raised her gaze, eyes sharp and piercing. Yet, she said nothing.

Simon rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the stress from the past few weeks pressing down on him. It fueled his desperation to find Siren. How old is Yvette, anyway? How could she possibly be Siren? he thought to himself.

“I am,” Yvette said, breaking the silence.

“You can go ba” Simon stopped mid–sentence, freezing in disbelief. His eyes shot up to meet hers, his expression a Tumultuous mix of shock and confusion.

Always composed and graceful, he now struggled to regain his control. His voice trembled as he stammered, “Yvette, you… What did you just say? Say it again.” He stared at her intently, searching her eyes for some kind of explanation that would make sense of this revelation.

Yvette’s fingers, which had been tapping a steady rhythm on the table, suddenly stilled. She lifted her gaze, cold and detached, her voice flat and almost indifferent. “I am Siren.”

Those three words hit Simon like a thunderclap. He remained motionless and speechless as the weight of the revelation settled over him. At over fifty, he found himself surprisingly at a loss, grappling with a truth he had never expected.

The person he had been searching for was right in front of him all along. Yvette wasn’t just acquainted with Siren–she was Siren, the physics genius that James had admired so much. It all made sense now, including the email he received from Siren right after Yvette went to the police station.

If Yvette was indeed Siren, then it wasn’t just physics in which she excelled. She probably had a deep knowledge of networks too–maybe even hacking. The whole thing was mind–boggling, yet Simon didn’t doubt her for a second; this was a truth that couldn’t be fabricated.

“Am I the only one who knows?” he asked urgently. “Did you only tell me?”

her. To her, it was simply a matter of no one bothering to ask; she had never intended to keep it

sank into a chair, taking a moment to compose himself. “Yvette… No, Siren, do you know that James Owens from the National Physics Lab in Betrico has

Forget I said that. But the country needs a mind like yours. You could help

unchanged. From the moment Simon uncovered her true identity, everything shifted. He could no longer see Yvette as just a student. She

recruit you. He said the lab’s doors will always be open to you–whenever you’re

and she withdrew her hand from

had learned not to push her: Yvette wasn’t someone to be pressured. Who knew what unpredictable path she might

answer by tomorrow?” His tone was almost pleading, stripped of any pretense. He didn’t care. After everything he’d

face, Simon pressed on. I’ll keep your secret, but there’s one person I can’t hide it from–Mr. Owens, He’s getting older, and this search has worn him down. I owe it to him to tell him

quickly composed himself,

on the couch. Ever since the Sky Nimbus incident, he had harbored suspicions about the relationship

police station that day? Something’s going on.

glance before turning his attention back to Simon “Mr. Sunderland, Lewis Group will meet with you in

the conversation with Yvette.

getting the better of him as he hoped to catch more of their conversation. He heard Simon say, “If you

moved closer, straining to eavesdrop. Just then, the door swung open unexpectedly, and he nearly stumbled into Simon, who stood