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.”

a stabilizing force,

Yvette–if she said there was no problem, then

she missed a question or two, she would

of the National Physics

an average age of

conducting experiments, and

two were intensely debating something, their faces

were about to come

of them

“Mr. Owens!”

“Mr. Owens, you’re here.”

Decker, who had been working with James on

asked, “What are

and Marcus shared the same department and dorm

they shared one major thing in common: both were

looking more refined, better fitted the current ideal of the “mature

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

insists that part of my research on Experiment No. 1 is wrong. How could that be? I’ve conducted

glanced at the furious Jay through his thin

a mistake, so I told him to redo it. Right

at me for eating his sausage yesterday when I was starving! Now he’s making me redo the experiment again and again! Such a

sticking his neck out, and replied, “The sausage you ate was made from Silaria ham That little piece cost at least 1,500

Jay was du founded.

the sausage tasted so

to Marcus with a fawning 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

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

were ready to tear each other apart, and the next they

embarrassed by the

apologetic smile. “These two are Jay and Marcus, core researchers here. They’re always like

them. “This is Yvette, the person

face instantly

sheepishly scratched his