Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 508

Yvette rode her motorcycle directly in front of Silas, skillfully drifted to a stop, and parked it firmly. She removed her helmet, letting her long brown hair flutter in the air. Her black motorcycle suit clung to her shapely figure, cinched at the waist, which made her look delicate. Her eyes sparkled with brilliance, and her face was too cold to gaze upon. The eight interns stood frozen in place, awed by the woman in front of them.

It was not until Silas stepped forward to say hello that these interns came out of their daze. Silas could hardly conceal his excitement. "Oh dear, you've finally come. I've been waiting for over two months."

Yvette took out a hair tie from her pocket and casually tied her hair up. She glanced at the cheerful Silas and asked, "What stage are we at with the No. 7 Toxin now?"

Yvette got straight to the point, asking about what was currently the highest secret in the lab. The No.7 Toxin was universally known as the most powerful toxin being developed worldwide. If the project succeeded, it would bring huge profits, and those involved in its creation would instantly become the most sought-after figures in the medical field. Nobody would refuse to join in this project.

These eight interns were selected from prestigious universities after numerous exams and experiments. Due to a traitor in

admitted to the the last medical experiment, a thorough background and social evaluation were conducted before they were Lab.

That was not an exaggeration to describe these interns as top talents. So when Yvette spoke up, the interns exchanged looks, appearing somewhat displeased.

They thought, "Why did we have to overcome so many obstacles to get into the lab, only to handle basic data on the No.7 Toxin, meanwhile, a girl riding a heavy motorcycle just comes in and asks about top-secret information?"

The interns initially thought Silas had brought them here so formally to introduce their new mentor. They felt contempt when they saw the young and beautiful Yvette.

They judged in mind. What could a pretty young woman know about experiments or medicine?" Silas was about to speak when a voice from behind interrupted him. "Mr. Walson, the No. Toxin is our lab's top secret. I don't think it's appropriate to discuss it with outsiders," said one of the interns.

It was Klein, the first one to speak earlier. He stared at Yvette with a serious face. Although he was momentarily dazzled by Yvette's beauty and aura, he was the quickest to regain his composure.

a medical student who considered medicine his highest calling in life, he could not stand the idea of sharing their hard-earned experimental data just like that. So, he glared at Yvette with noticeable hostility, and the others did

words, he turned with a deep frown. He thought, "Klein, despite being an illegitimate child, is very proud due to his background in

much, but being disrespectful to Yvette is unacceptable. After all, without Yvette, there wouldn't be

Klein as the leader. This is Yvette, your mentor for the next month. All information

temper easily unless an experiment was done incorrectly or someone had a bad aptitude, which might earn them a scolding, or else they would be fired. It was the

words successfully stirred up dissatisfaction among

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being top hasty. You need to think

because she's good-looking so

confidential secret. We absolutely can't just

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Have her as our mentor? She isn't even known in the medical field. We won't accept her as our mentor." Silas looked at these

take my president position. These so-called geniuses have no idea that

return to the lab is all because of my persistent requests. Otherwise, she

the side, her eyes half-closed, showing a cool look. She observed the disgruntled interns in front of her. She spoke leisurely, "Are these the interns you want me to mentor? Are they tough enough? How is their physical

moment

Klein. He's also their leader. If you want to go for someone, start with him Don't worry.