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.

noticed, except for Marcus, who barely gave it any

believe that Yvette was better than you. Yes, you were all top students back in your

into his office without looking back his figure appearing particularly frail

all, this man, who had single-handedly shouldered the responsibilities of the National Physics

regret

understood

sight of their original goals and their sense of self.

watched the disheartened

were complicated as he said, “Don’t think you’re that special. There

he was

pulled Jay along and

his hands, saying,

flushed, tinged with

“Don’t worry, Maxwell. We’ll hand the money to Mr. Owens

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

running out of the lab, Ryan

hesitating for a moment, he pulled out his phone

seconds, the call

Why are you calling at this time? Isn’t the

kept

took a deep breath, his voice slightly shaking as he asked, “Mr. Sunderland, when you said I might run into a familiar face

silence on

replied, “Yes.

expected,

events to Simon over the

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

wanted to ask, “How is

rumors swirled about Yvette that she was only good at

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

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

phone

called me the genius 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 the

in her hand, her face as effortlessly beautiful as

and asked,

a sip of her

was just how

who was casually driving with one hand, and replied,

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