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.”

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

complete confidence in Yvette–if she said there was

if she missed a question or two, she would

the National Physics Lab had

an average age of

were out conducting experiments, and only two

were intensely debating something, their faces flushed, neither willing to back

they were about to

of them

“Mr. Owens!”

“Mr. Owens, you’re here.”

Jay Maxwell and Marcus Decker, who had been working with James on

“What are you

and Marcus shared the same department and dorm room at Betrico

that of bickering buddies, and they shared one major thing in common: both were highly intelligent and, at 35, still single with no romantic

more refined, better fitted the current ideal of

blankly at Yvette. When he heard James’s question, he snapped back

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

calm and composed, glanced at the

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

sausage yesterday when I was starving! Now he’s making

was angrily sticking his neck out, and replied, “The sausage you ate was made from Silaria

Jay was du founded.

thought, ‘No wonder the sausage tasted so good–it is

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 week

resting on his shoulder and, without any

were ready to tear each other apart, and the next

by the behavior

“These two are Jay

“This is Yvette, the

instantly

his