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 barely gave

was better than you. Yes, you were all top students back in your hometowns, but entering this lab is just the beginning of your journey, not the end. You should know there’s

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

man, who had single-handedly shouldered the responsibilities of the National Physics Lab for years,

silent, regret clearly written across

understood

began to reflect on whether they had lost sight of their original goals

and Marcus watched the

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

who he was talking

saying that, Marcus pulled

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

faces flushed,

We’ll hand the money to Mr. Owens by

of ruining the moment. Always the little miser. Even at

of the lab, Ryan wandered

pulled out his phone

seconds, the call

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

kept in touch

said

was a brief silence on the other

“Yes.

had expected,

to Simon over

unsurprised. “That’s normal.

“How is any of this

they were at Argrol University, rumors swirled about Yvette that she was only good at drawing and knew nothing about physics because

then what was all this today? Was it

reminded Ryan, “Don’t mess with

put his phone

the physics department at Argrol University, the future hope of

passenger seat, legs curled up as she nestled into the chair, a

a banana milkshake in her hand, her face as

and asked, “How was the tour

took a sip

just how she liked

casually driving with one hand, and replied, “It was interesting,

had transferred her the money, even adding an extra zero for spending