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

James was momentarily at a loss for words. “Who is she? Didn’t you already make everything crystal clear yourself?”

Jay’s face got even redder.

He helplessly glanced at Marcus for backup.

Macrally stepped forward, slightly positioning himself naturally Jay and James.

With a trace of exasperation in his voice, he said, “Mr. Owens, you know timid. Don’t scare him.”

James looked at the two of them and sighed. “Fine, I know he’s timid, and you’re the brave one. This is Yvette. Haven’t you two always wanted to meet Siren? Well, here she is.”

Jay and Marcus were stunned when they heard that.

Jay, losing his composure, dashed out from behind Marcus, face full of shock.

He felt as if something was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down as he exclaimed to himself, ‘Holy cow!‘

Jay had always imagined Siren to be an elderly person–at least in their fifties.

The groundbreaking research papers and key theories certainly didn’t seem like the work of someone in their twenties.

He couldn’t believe his ears.

This revelation was the greatest shock Jay had experienced in over thirty years.

Likewise, Marcus, though more composed, couldn’t fully hide his disbelief.

He thought, “The great Siren I have been eager to meet is this young woman in her twenties?

He, too, found it difficult to accept.

Both hem stared at Yvette, who stood there with an impassive expression.

Jay struggled to get his words out. “Mr. Owens, are you saying… are you saying that she twenties? You must be joking, right?”

Siren? This young woman in her he had

Marcus’s hands twitched slightly as he regained a bit of composure, but even to ask, “Mr. Owens, is she really Siren?”

James remembered how he, too, had been completely dumbfounded when he first learned that Yvette, barely in her twenties, was Siren.

he found Jay’s and Marcus’s reactions an James said

let out a startled gasp. In a sudden burst of enthusiasm, he rushed forward to shake

Yvette could react,

hand down firmly, his face cold, and asked through gritted teeth,at

wrong with you? I just want to shake hands with the great Siren and maybe

briefly with discomfort

it was just a reflex. Fine, go ahead. No need to be

curving into a slight, mischievous smile, her

been interrupted, Jay abandoned the handshake but continued to gaze at Yvette

I’m Jay. I’m one of your biggest fans. If it weren’t for the papers you sent over, which provided clear guidance, we might still be stuck in place, and who knows when the new

a look of indignation at James, letting

thought, ‘Why am I getting

changed quite a

could now acknowledge the reality of Yvette’s identity as

at Yvette and thought, ‘The younger generation is really outshining the older

Siren is a young woman in her twenties… It

James nodded in agreement.

the three of us. She

and Marcus nodded in

glance at Yvette again, coming to a conclusion of his own–apparently, a beautiful woman wasn’t necessarily just a pretty face; she could also be a highly

said, “Siren, I’m currently working on Experiment No. 1, related to electromagnetism. Marcus keeps saying there’s something wrong with my process. Would you

and replied with a faint smile, “Sure. I’ve got something in an hour, so let’s

mouth twitched as he thought, ‘Isn’t she a bit too

to review my previous experiment data first? One hour might not be

at both him and the equipment behind him, already knowing which

had already completed

hour was enough

hands in her pockets, she appeared relaxed

troubled Jay, then Marcus and James, and asked in confusion, “One hour?

‘Her question really makes me want to

didn’t see

had every right to

go ahead. I’ll wait

serious as

was surprised. “Okay, Mr.

while James and Marcus sat in

coffee, while Marcus helped himself to a glass of water, clearly familiar with