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 were all top students back in your hometowns,

his office without

shouldered the responsibilities of

silent, regret

understood James’s well-meaning

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

and Marcus watched the

“Don’t think you’re that special. There are people who are far

he was

saying that, Marcus pulled Jay

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

faces flushed, tinged with

hand the money to Mr.

has a way of ruining the moment. Always the little miser. Even at

of the lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly

a moment, he pulled out his

seconds, the call

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

had kept in touch

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

silence on the other end

“Yes. You

had expected, Ryan couldn’t

to

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

wanted 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

but think, ‘If that were true, then what

Simon reminded Ryan,

his phone away and

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

Jeep, Jeremiah was driving while Yvette sat in the passenger seat, legs curled up as she nestled into the chair, a thin

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

turned his head slightly and asked,

sip

how she

hand, and replied, “It was interesting, and I made

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