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.

one noticed, except for Marcus, who barely

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 back in your hometowns, but entering this lab is just the beginning of your journey, not the end. You should know there’s always someone better

he walked into his office without looking

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

remained silent, regret clearly written

understood James’s well-meaning

their original goals and their sense of

Marcus watched

“Don’t think you’re that special. There

who he

Marcus pulled

saying,

faces flushed, tinged

forward. “Don’t worry, Maxwell. We’ll hand

Always the little miser. Even at

Ryan wandered aimlessly until he reached

moment, he pulled out his phone and

seconds, the call

this time?

kept in

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

brief silence on the other

replied, “Yes. You

expected, Ryan couldn’t quite describe

today’s events to Simon over

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

really wanted to ask, “How is any

were at Argrol University, rumors swirled about Yvette that she was only good at drawing and

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

call, Simon reminded Ryan, “Don’t

phone away and

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

was driving while Yvette sat in the passenger seat, legs curled up as she nestled

in her hand, her

and asked, “How

sip

how

driving with one hand, and replied, “It

minutes ago, James had transferred her the money, even adding an extra zero