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

Yvette put her hands in her pockets with a half-smile and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Tilting her head slightly, she said lazily, “No need. I already know the result. There won’t be a second one.”

Jay’s mouth twitched.

He couldn’t argue with that. The confidence Yvette carried left him in genuine awe.

As Yvette began walking out, hands in her pockets, the crowd instinctively parted, creating a clear path.

They swore it was involuntary and unplanned.

Somehow, they just all stepped back in unison and then watched Yvette leave.

Spencer stared at Yvette’s back, then turned to James, and asked, “Mr. Owens, isn’t Ms. Zeller not staying to wait for the result?”

James glanced at him and shook his head. “No need. There won’t be any surprises.”

The crowd was left speechless and wondering where James’s confidence came from.

Half an hour later, the people in the lab were standing in stunned silence, their faces frozen in disbelief.

They stared blankly at the screen, which displayed the result that James and three senior professors had just finished grading.

All twenty questions were answered correctly.

What shocked them even more was that Yvette had used two different methods to solve the final problem, the one Spencer had submitted.

Everyone finally realized that it wasn’t that Yvette was slow in answering. She had simply taken her time to solve the problem using two distinct approaches.

The students in the outer lab felt a mixture of emotions, realizing why Yvette had left without waiting for the result.

It wasn’t arrogance; she simply knew she had it in the bag.

They couldn’t help but wonder where James found such a genius and how they were supposed to keep up.

The students now thought of Yvette as a master of all trades.

Reflecting on how they had initially underestimated her and intentionally created challenging questions to make things difficult for her, they all looked completely embarrassed.

Ryan, standing amidst the group, stared at the screen without moving.

Suddenly, he walked out.

for Marcus, who barely

expressions on everyone’s faces, said seriously, “I gave you all an opportunity to learn, but you wasted it. The issue is your pride. You refused to believe that Yvette was better than you. Yes, you were all top students back in your hometowns, but entering

office without looking back his figure appearing

the responsibilities of the National Physics Lab

silent, regret clearly written across

understood

had lost sight of their original goals and

Marcus watched the

special. There

he was talking

pulled Jay

hands, saying, “15,000 dollars.

flushed,

stepped forward. “Don’t worry, Maxwell. We’ll hand the money to

always has a way of ruining the moment. Always the little miser. Even at this moment, he’s worrying about the 15,000 dollars for Siren. I really don’t know what

the lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly until he

for a moment, he pulled out his phone and

the call

you calling at this time? Isn’t the lab keeping

kept

as he asked, “Mr. Sunderland, when you said I might run into a familiar face in the lab

a brief silence on the other end

replied, “Yes. You

he had expected, Ryan

today’s events to Simon over

normal. You’ll get used to

ask, “How is

they were at Argrol University, rumors swirled about Yvette that she was only good at drawing and knew nothing about physics because she

help but think, ‘If that were true, then what

the call, Simon reminded Ryan,

his phone away and

of the physics department at Argrol University, the future hope of the field. I believed it too.

Jeep, Jeremiah was driving while Yvette sat in the passenger seat, legs curled up as she nestled

relaxed, holding a banana milkshake in her hand,

slightly and asked, “How was the tour

took a sip

just how she liked

one hand, and replied, “It was interesting, and I made 15,000

transferred her the