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

but you wasted it. The issue is your pride. You refused to believe that Yvette was better than you. Yes, you were all

his office without looking back his figure

single-handedly shouldered the responsibilities of the National Physics Lab

silent, regret

finally understood

sight of their original goals and their sense of self.

Marcus watched

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

he was talking

saying that, Marcus pulled Jay along

Jay stopped, turned back, and spread his hands, saying, “15,000 dollars. Don’t forget. Make sure Mr. Owens gets

faces flushed, tinged with

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

always has a way of ruining the moment. Always the little miser. Even at

running out of the lab, Ryan wandered aimlessly

pulled out

the

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

kept in

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

silence on the other

replied, “Yes. You

had expected, Ryan couldn’t

to Simon over the

sounded unsurprised. “That’s normal.

wanted to ask, “How

at Argrol University, rumors swirled about Yvette that she was

true, then what was all this today? Was it

Simon reminded Ryan, “Don’t

his phone

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

sat in the passenger seat, legs curled up as she nestled into the

a banana milkshake in her hand,

turned his head slightly and asked, “How was the tour

a sip of

was just how she

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

James had transferred her the money, even