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

Ryan glanced at the girl with glasses but said nothing.

He agreed with the suggestion.

However, when it was his turn to write a question, he deliberately chose something simple.

He didn’t want Yvette to embarrass herself.

Honestly, he didn’t expect her to get all the answers right anyway–just hoping she could answer one more question to avoid looking too bad.

The petite girl named Isabella Jarvis was right after Ryan..

After getting the test paper, she purposely glanced at Ryan’s question.

She thought, ‘Isn’t this way too easy? His intention is quite obvious.’

She sneakily looked around and after seeing that everyone around her was busy, she leaned over to Ryan and whispered in his ear, “Ryan, this question is way too simple! Aren’t you afraid people will notice that you’re giving her such an easy question? You’ve made it so obvious. Do you like this girl, Yvette?”

Ryan was momentarily stunned as he looked at Isabella. His expression flickered with discomfort.

He thought, “This girl is obsessed with pairing people up. She even read those cheesy romance novels while eating. Why do people like reading such brainless stuff anyway? They’re obviously just trying to deceive young girls.’

Ryan looked seriously at the excited Isabella and said, “No, I don’t. I already like someone else.”

Hearing Ryan’s serious answer, Isabella was momentarily taken aback.

Then she casually waved her hand and said, “Alright, alright, no need to be so serious. You don’t like her–fine.”

Ryan sighed and said nothing more.

Meanwhil es was leading Yvette to the core lab.

Halfway there, he glanced at Yvette’s expressionless face and asked, “Yvette, are you sure you’re okay with them coming up with random questions like that?”

James didn’t doult Yvette’s abilities, but with such an open–ended challenge, nobody could guarantee a perfect score.

Yvette’s lips curved slightly. She looked at James, who seemed a bit uneasy, and said lightly, “No problem.”

words were like a stabilizing force, instantly easing James’s

in Yvette–if she said there was no problem, then

she missed a question or two, she

the National Physics Lab had only

five had an average age

were out conducting experiments, and only

intensely debating something, their faces flushed, neither

like they were about

coughed lightly, causing both of them to turn

“Mr. Owens!”

“Mr. Owens, you’re here.”

Marcus Decker, who had

eyebrow and asked, “What are you two arguing about

same department

could best be described as that of bickering buddies, and they shared one major thing in common: both were

fitted the current ideal of the “mature man”

James’s question, he snapped back to reality, remembered what had happened earlier, and

Marcus insists that part of my research on Experiment No. 1 is wrong. How

glanced at the furious Jay through his thin gold–rimmed

said, “He made a mistake, so I told him to redo it. Right is right, and

at me for eating his sausage yesterday

sausage you ate

Jay was du founded.

wonder the sausage tasted so

expression. “Hey, look, I’ve already eaten it. Talking about money between us feels so crass. How about I wash your white shirts for a week to make up

at Jay’s soft hand resting on his shoulder and, without

other apart, and the next they were acting

felt quite embarrassed by the behavior of his

an apologetic smile. “These two are Jay and Marcus, core

then introduced Yvette to them. “This is Yvette, the person you’ve

instantly flushed

sheepishly scratched his head,