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

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

he walked into his office without looking back his figure appearing particularly frail

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

silent, regret clearly written across their

understood

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

watched the disheartened

think you’re that special. There are people who are far

who he was

pulled Jay

saying, “15,000

flushed, tinged

hand the money to Mr. Owens

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

lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly until he reached a

for a moment, he pulled

seconds, the

Why are you calling at this time? Isn’t

had kept in touch

you said I

was a brief silence on the

“Yes.

the answer he had expected, Ryan couldn’t quite describe

recounted today’s events to

sounded unsurprised. “That’s normal.

to ask, “How is

Argrol University, rumors swirled about Yvette that she was only good

that were true, then what was all this today? Was it all

reminded Ryan, “Don’t

put his phone

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

passenger seat, legs curled up as

looked completely relaxed, holding a banana milkshake in her hand, her face as effortlessly beautiful as

and asked, “How

sip of her

was just how she liked

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

had transferred her the money,