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

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

office without looking back his

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

crowd remained silent, regret clearly written across

understood

original goals and their sense of

watched the

as he said, “Don’t think you’re that special. There are people

he

Marcus pulled

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

faces flushed, tinged

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

of ruining the moment. Always the little miser. Even at this moment, he’s worrying about the 15,000 dollars for Siren. I really don’t know

lab, Ryan wandered

hesitating for a moment, he pulled out his phone

seconds, the

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

kept in touch

you said I might run into

brief silence on the other end

“Yes. You met

had expected, Ryan

to Simon over

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

wanted to ask, “How is any of

was only good at drawing and knew nothing about

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

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

phone

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

Jeep, Jeremiah was driving while Yvette sat in the passenger seat, legs curled up as

looked completely relaxed, holding a banana milkshake in her hand, her

and asked, “How was the tour

a sip of

how she liked

hand, and replied, “It was interesting, and I made 15,000

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