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.

Marcus,

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 this lab is just the beginning of your journey, not the end. You should know there’s always someone better out there. Take some time to reflect on

his office without looking back his

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

remained silent, regret clearly written

understood

lost sight of their original goals and their sense of self. Today’s event

watched

you’re that special. There are people who are far more talented

who he was talking

pulled

Jay stopped, turned back, and spread his hands, saying, “15,000 dollars. Don’t forget. Make sure Mr.

faces flushed, tinged

hand the money to Mr.

thought, “This 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

of the lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly until he reached a

a moment, he pulled

seconds, the

Why are you calling at this time?

kept in

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

brief silence on the

replied, “Yes.

answer he had expected, Ryan couldn’t quite

to Simon over

“That’s normal. You’ll

to ask, “How is

that she was

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

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

phone away and

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

driving while Yvette sat in the passenger seat, legs curled up as she

banana milkshake in

slightly and asked, “How

took a sip of

how she

Jeremiah, who was casually driving with one hand, and replied, “It was interesting,

the money, even adding an extra zero for spending