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 gave it

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

he walked into his office without looking

all, this man, who had single-handedly shouldered the responsibilities of

remained silent, regret clearly written

understood James’s well-meaning

reflect on whether they had lost sight of their original goals and their

watched the disheartened

complicated as he said, “Don’t think you’re that special. There are people who are far more

who he was talking

pulled Jay along

and spread his hands, saying, “15,000 dollars. Don’t forget. Make sure Mr. Owens gets

faces flushed, tinged with

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

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

Ryan wandered aimlessly

he pulled

seconds, the

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

had kept in touch

as he asked, “Mr. Sunderland, when you said I

brief silence on the

“Yes. You met

expected, Ryan couldn’t quite describe his

today’s events to Simon

sounded unsurprised. “That’s normal.

to ask, “How is any

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

‘If that were true, then what was

call, Simon reminded Ryan,

phone away and stood

me the genius of the physics department at Argrol University, the future hope of the

Jeep, Jeremiah was driving while Yvette sat in the passenger seat, legs

holding a banana milkshake in her hand, her face

head slightly and asked, “How was the tour

a sip

was just how

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

the