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

John rushed back into the physics classroom in a hurry. He could not even catch his breath. “Yve, something happened!”

Bonnie’s nap was quite a rollercoaster. She was first woken by Ruby’s piano playing in the auditorium, and then, just as she was about to nod off again in class, John burst in shouting.

Bonnie rubbed her messy hair. “What’s going on? Weren’t you supposed to be in the physics office helping the teacher sort some files? Why are you back so early?”

Yvette lazily leaned against the chair, her legs propped up on the windowsill. She casually typed on her phone: [The game is too easy. Redo it.]

Somewhere in Betrico, there was a young man who wore a red checkered shirt. He had a charming baby face, cute dimples on his pale cheeks, and large black-rimmed glasses.

The table was full of unopened lunchboxes. Scattered around the table were white sheets of paper, all scribbled with messy markings.

The phone screen lit up for a moment. The young man eagerly picked up the phone to read the message before feeling a pang of disappointment.

‘As I’ve expected, Boss isn’t impressed with my designs, he thought.

The hard-working man put down his phone, lowered his head, and resumed typing on the keyboard.

After sending the text, Yvette glanced at John, who had just walked in. Her expression remained neutral, revealing nothing. “What’s going on?”

John took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over with a serious expression. “Yve, look at this. Your name is on this list.”

Yvette took it and glanced at it. The big, bold letters read: [20th Art Festival Participant List]

Bonnie leaned in. “So what? You know Yve is participating in a painting event. Why the surprise? Didn’t you bet on her to win? Are you getting forgetful? What’s so interesting about this?”

John shook his head. He would not be so worried if there were not any issues with the list. However, the list not only had problem but it was a major one.

He said, “Take a closer look at the event listed after Yve’s name.”

Bonnie carefully searched for Yvette’s name. The next second, her eyes widened in surprise. In disbelief, she rubbed her eyes, thinking perhaps she was still drowsy.

After she was sure she did not see wrongly, she stammered, “Y-Yve, when did you sign up for four

events?”

a

darkened while her expression remained calm with a slight hint of

was calm and

not Yvette who signed up for

with the registration, and they thought of

John stated in unison,

slightly lifted her chin, nodded faintly, and said softly, “Yes. It’s

her sleeves, ready to rush out. Her face turned red with

“Where

was so mad she

up? I was wondering who changed the Art Festival rules to let one enter four events out of nowhere. It makes no sense unless it’s to set you up. I’m going to talk to Mr. Sunderland about this. I

the teachers was necessary and that Ruby’s

overestimating yourself. The forum about you entering four events is going viral. Let’s go talk to Mr. Sunderland about having

“John, did you say the forum? How could the news spread so quickly on the

student council posted it on the school forum.

classmates in the classroom overheard John and immediately grabbed their phones to log into the forum. Sure enough, they saw the top post: [Art Festival Highlights (The Physics Department’s

had already reached

from the physics department who defeated Sharon? Or could it be another

her. She signed up for four events. Music, chess,

can do all

what I

[Agreed!]

exclaimed, “Yve, how can you still be so calm? Come on, let’s quickly remove your

with one hand, shaking her head slightly as she gazed

sea of stars.

thing? I should surprise the planner, but I wonder

Just let her