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?”

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

clutched his chest and sank into a chair, taking a moment to compose himself. “Yvette… No, Siren, do you know that James Owens from the National Physics Lab

to find you, and even… Forget I said that. But the country needs a mind like

true identity, everything shifted. He could no longer see Yvette as just a student. She had become something much

you. He said the lab’s doors will always be open to you–whenever you’re ready! After speaking, Simon looked at

gaze fell, and she withdrew her hand from the table,

to push her: Yvette wasn’t someone to be pressured. Who knew what unpredictable path she might take if he did? He let out a sigh,

and give me an answer by tomorrow?” His tone was almost pleading, stripped of any pretense. He

irritation crossed her 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

a knock on the door broke the tension. Simon quickly composed himself, slipping back into his usual stern demeanor.

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

Something’s going on. What exactly is their connection?” Patrick thought, his

his attention back to Simon “Mr. Sunderland, Lewis Group will meet with you in ten minutes to discuss the talent exchange program for next quarter,” he

elsewhere, still lingering on the conversation with Yvette. “Got it,” he replied, waving

just outside the door, curiosity getting the better of him as he hoped

and he nearly stumbled into Simon, who stood in the doorway,