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.

except for Marcus, who

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 just

those words, he walked into his office without looking back his figure appearing particularly

single-handedly shouldered the responsibilities of the National Physics Lab for years, was

crowd remained silent, regret clearly

finally understood

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

Marcus watched the

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

who he was talking

Marcus pulled Jay along

Jay stopped, turned back, and spread his hands, saying, “15,000 dollars. Don’t forget.

faces flushed,

We’ll hand the money to Mr. Owens by

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

the lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly

moment, he pulled out his phone and

the call

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

kept in

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

was a brief silence on

replied, “Yes. You

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

recounted today’s events to Simon over

“That’s normal. You’ll

wanted to ask, “How is any of this

they were at Argrol University, rumors swirled about Yvette that she was

true, then what

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

his phone away and stood

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

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

milkshake in her hand, her face as

head slightly and asked, “How

took a sip of her

was just how she

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

the money, even adding an