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.

noticed, except for Marcus, who

You refused to believe that Yvette was better than you. Yes, you were all top students back

those words, he walked into his office without looking back his figure appearing

man, who had single-handedly shouldered the responsibilities of the National Physics Lab for years, was

silent, regret clearly

finally understood James’s well-meaning

original goals and their

Marcus watched

“Don’t think you’re that special. There are people who are far more

knew who he was

pulled Jay along

spread his hands, saying, “15,000 dollars.

faces flushed,

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

the little miser. Even at this moment, he’s worrying about the 15,000 dollars for

lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly until

for a moment, he pulled

the call

Why are you calling at this time? Isn’t the lab keeping you busy?” asked

kept in touch

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

a brief silence on

replied, “Yes. You

had expected, Ryan couldn’t quite

recounted today’s events to Simon over

“That’s normal. You’ll get used to

ask, “How is any of

rumors swirled about Yvette that she was only good at drawing and knew nothing about physics because she

what was all this today? Was it all just

the call, Simon reminded Ryan, “Don’t mess

phone away and stood

the future hope of the field. I believed it too. But now,

while Yvette sat in the passenger seat, legs

in

slightly and

sip of her

was just how

hand, and

the