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,

than you. Yes, you were all top students back

walked into his office without looking back his

single-handedly shouldered the responsibilities of the National

silent, regret clearly written

understood James’s

whether they had lost sight of their original goals and their sense

and Marcus watched

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

who he was

pulled Jay

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

faces flushed, tinged with

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

lips twitched. He 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

lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly

for a moment, he pulled out his phone

seconds, the

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

had kept in

his voice slightly shaking as he asked, “Mr. Sunderland, when you said I might run into

a brief silence on the other end

replied, “Yes.

had expected, Ryan couldn’t

recounted today’s events to Simon

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

to ask, “How is any of

she was only good at drawing

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

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

put his phone away

of the physics department at Argrol University, the future hope of the field. I believed it too.

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

relaxed, holding a banana milkshake in her hand,

head slightly and asked, “How was

sip of her

was just how she

hand, and replied, “It was interesting, and

James had transferred her the money, even adding an