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.

except for Marcus, who barely gave it any

Yvette was better than you. Yes, you were all top students back in your hometowns, but entering this

without looking back

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

silent, regret clearly

understood

they had lost sight of their original goals and their sense of

and Marcus watched

complicated as he said, “Don’t think you’re that special.

who he

pulled Jay along

hands, saying, “15,000 dollars. Don’t forget. Make sure

faces flushed, tinged with

Maxwell. We’ll hand the money to

guy 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 to say

Ryan wandered

for a moment, he pulled

the

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

kept in

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

silence on the

“Yes.

the answer he had expected, Ryan couldn’t

to Simon over

unsurprised. “That’s normal. You’ll get used

ask, “How is any

they were at Argrol University, rumors swirled about Yvette that she was only good at drawing and

couldn’t help but think, ‘If that were true, then what was all this today? Was it

the call, Simon reminded Ryan, “Don’t

his phone away and stood

the genius of the physics department at Argrol University, the future hope of the field. I believed it too. But now, it just seems

the passenger seat, legs curled

relaxed, holding a banana milkshake in

his head slightly and asked, “How was

a sip of her

how she liked

at Jeremiah, who was casually driving with one hand, and

two minutes ago, James had transferred her the money, even