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 gave

seriously, “I gave you all an 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

walked into his office without

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

crowd remained silent, regret

understood James’s

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

Marcus watched

as he said, “Don’t think you’re that special. There are people who are far more talented and yet

who he was talking

saying that, Marcus pulled Jay

stopped, turned back, and spread his hands, saying, “15,000

faces flushed, tinged

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

the little miser. Even

out of the lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly until

hesitating for a moment, he pulled out his phone and

the

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

kept

a deep breath, his voice slightly shaking as he asked, “Mr. Sunderland, when you said I might run into a familiar face in the lab someday, were you talking

silence on

replied, “Yes. You

had expected, Ryan couldn’t quite describe

recounted today’s events to

normal. You’ll get used to

ask, “How is

at Argrol University, rumors swirled about Yvette that she was

were true, then what was all this

reminded Ryan, “Don’t mess

phone away

the future hope of the field.

in the passenger seat, legs curled up as she nestled into the chair, a thin blanket draped over

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

and asked,

a sip of her

how she

Jeremiah, who was casually driving with one hand, and replied,

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