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.

one noticed, except for Marcus, who barely gave it any

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

he walked into his office without looking back his figure appearing particularly

shouldered the responsibilities of the National Physics Lab for years, was getting

crowd remained silent, regret clearly written across

finally understood James’s well-meaning

on whether they had lost sight of their original goals and their sense of self. Today’s event served as

and Marcus watched

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

who he was

that, Marcus pulled Jay

saying, “15,000 dollars.

faces flushed, tinged with

worry, Maxwell. We’ll hand the money to Mr.

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

lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly until he reached a

for a moment, he pulled out his phone and

seconds, the

calling at this time? Isn’t

kept in touch

slightly shaking as he asked, “Mr. Sunderland, when you said

was a brief silence on the other end

“Yes.

answer he had expected, Ryan couldn’t quite describe

events to Simon over

normal. You’ll get used to

wanted to ask, “How

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

think, ‘If that were true, then what was all this today? Was it all just a

Simon reminded

put his phone

Argrol University, the future hope of the field. I

passenger seat, legs curled up as she nestled into the chair, a thin blanket

relaxed, holding a banana milkshake in her hand, her face as effortlessly

turned his head slightly and

sip of

how

casually driving with one hand, and replied,

James had transferred her the money, even adding an