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, who

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

into his office without looking back his

had single-handedly shouldered the responsibilities of the National Physics Lab

silent, regret clearly written across

understood

had lost sight of their original goals and their sense of self.

Marcus watched

that special. There are people who

he was

Marcus pulled Jay along and

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

faces flushed, tinged

hand the money to Mr.

of ruining the moment. Always the little miser. Even at

lab, Ryan

pulled out his phone and called

the

this time? Isn’t the lab

had kept

Sunderland, when you said I might run into a familiar face in the lab someday,

silence

replied, “Yes. You

had expected,

recounted today’s events to Simon over

sounded unsurprised. “That’s normal.

really wanted to ask, “How is any of this

were at Argrol University, rumors swirled about Yvette that she was only good at drawing and knew nothing

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

call, Simon reminded Ryan, “Don’t mess with her.

phone

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

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

banana milkshake in her hand, her face as effortlessly beautiful as

head slightly and asked, “How was the tour

sip of

how she

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

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