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

Though James was usually strict with students, he rarely lost his temper.

However, upon hearing this, he slapped the test paper on the desk and said in a cold, stern voice, "If none of you want to ask, then we'll let this go today. Just hope you don't regret it later." James knew that, even though Yvette didn't want to reveal her identity as Siren now, it was only a matter of tbefore it would be exposed in the future.

By the tit happened, it would be too late for these students to have any regrets.

Jay nodded and said to Yvette, "Let's not bother. Instead of working on these questions, wouldn't it be better to discuss things with me?" Yvette turned around and rolled up her sleeves, exposing her slender wrist.

She tapped the test paper with her fingertip and looked up, still looking nonchalant..

It was clear that the test hadn't affected her mood at all.

Glancing around the room, she said, "Since we're betting, there should be stakes. What can you put up?" Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, they remembered Ryan mentioning that Yvette had once won 100 million dollars in just one night. They all respond in unison, "We don't have any money." Yvette crossed her legs, her expression indifferent, and glanced at Ryan, who was staring down at the floor. Her tone remained indifferent as she said, “Whatever you have, put it up." Spencer's face twitched slightly as he forced himself to say, "Ms. Zeller, this feels inappropriate. Isn't this just gambling?" Yvette nodded, her expression completely natural. "Yes, it is." Everyone turned to look at James, thinking, 'How can Mr. Owens possibly allow open gambling?" To everyone's surprise, James nodded in agreement. “Let's go with what Yvette said. If you've got money, put it up. If not, I can lend you some. Just sign an IOU." Jay's eyes widen in disbelief.

He thought, 'Wow!! The way this master makes money is so unconventional; who would have thought this could actually work? It looks like Mr. Owens has also gone astray.' Standing nearby, Marcus said, "I can lend too, at a lower interest rate than Mr. Owens. Feel free to cto me.” Once in range and Jay were possessed.

They had seen Marcus and Jay leave the core lab, or they might have suspected that Marcus and Jay The twenty people from the outer lab gathered to discuss.

Every now and then, they glanced at Yvette, who was sitting there looking completely relaxed.

Ryan stood quietly to the side, saying nothing and keeping his eyes lowered.

Ten minutes later, Spencer, the first to place the bet, stepped forward and said, “Ms. Zeller, since Mr. Owens has approved, we agree too. We can only gather 15,000 dollars. Is that acceptable?" Propping her chin on her hand, Yvette nodded slightly at the mention of 15,000 dollars.

She replied in a crisp and clear voice, "That's fine. If I lose, I'll give you 150 thousand dollars, ten times the amount." Hearing that, scouldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement.

They thought, "This money is too easy to win. Yvette must just be a rich fool. If we had known, we would have made the test even harder... What a missed opportunity.' With that, the bet was officially set, with 15,000 dollars at stake.

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief.

He then said, "You can take as long as you want with the test. We've got experiments to run and can't wait around. Ms. Zeller, you can head to the second room on the left, and just call us when you're done." Yvette looked up, noticing the crowd looking even more annoyed after pooling their money. Narrowing her eyes, she replied casually, "No need. Twenty minutes will be enough, and I'll do it here." As soon as she finished speaking, the lab fell into silence.

In the spacious lab, the only sound was breathing.

Jay and Marcus knew Yvette was Siren, who excelled at physics.

But the test covered not just physics but also biology, astronomy, and mathematics.

They couldn't help but think that finishing it in twenty minutes seemed a bit too incredible. James didn't say anything. He believed that if Yvette said she could finish, she would. Yvette ignored the looks of disbelief and casually pulled a pen from the table.

Her foot tapped lightly on the ground as a slight smile appeared at the corner of her lips. Then, she lowered her head and started working on the supposedly difficult questions. Yvette wrote quickly, her pen barely stopping.

Except for James, Jay, and Marcus, who were closest to her, the others could only see her scribbling constantly. She just glanced at the questions and didn't seem to need tto think.

Everyone exchanged doubtful glances.

Someone whispered, "She's so good at pretending. Is she not even reading the questions?" A petite girl said, "Exactly. Who does she think she is, skind of genius with a photographic memory? What is Mr. Owens thinking, asking her to be our teacher? We're all top science students from our respective hometowns. What makes her so special?" The girl with glasses shot them a look. “Do you really think Mr. Owens is that clueless? If she wasn't capable, do you think he, Maxwell, or Mr. Decker would treat her this way? Have you even thought about it?" The two who were whispering fall silent, embarrassed.

They thought that everrif Yvette was somewhat talented, she wouldn't be able to finish twenty questions in twenty minutes. And even if she did, there was no way they'd all be correct.

At the fifteen-minute mark, Yvette's writing speed slowed noticeably.

Spencer guessed that she'd reached his optics question, which had stumped him for quite stime.

He had included it in the test just hoping to try his luck today.

Seeing Yvette's writing slow down even further, he sighed, thinking he would be disappointed again.

Only James, sitting beside Yvette, and Jay and Marcus, standing nearby, could see that Yvette hadn't paused for a single second on any of the questions.

Two of them didn't even require any calculations; she just wrote down the answers directly.

They thought, 'Is she even human? Her brain works at the speed of a computer.' The three of them wear the sexpression-utter shock.

Even Marcus, who was usually calm, felt this scene was simply too surreal.

He thought, 'People like her are truly on a different level. I'll never dare to call myself a genius again. She is the true genius.' At the nineteen-minute mark, Yvette set down her pen, twirling it briefly before placing it back in its holder.

She looked up, raised an eyebrow, and said calmly, "All done." Everyone wore an expression that screamed, "You must be joking. How is this possible?" They then stared at the test paper Yvette casually laid on the desk, both shocked and anxious.

James stood up and cleared his throat softly.

His eyes scanned the room before he said, "The test is done. For fairness, I'll project the answers on the big screen at the back so we can all grade them together." "Sounds good, Mr. Owens." "I agree, Mr. Owens." "That's a great idea." Yvette pulled out her phone and tapped it gently. The screen lit up.

A message from Jeremiah appeared. [I'm at the door, waiting for you. No rush.] Yvette replied with a simple "Okay" and stood up.

She tilted her head slightly and said, "I'm leaving now. Jeremiah's here to pickup and he's already at the entrance." James was taken aback and asked, "You don't want to stay for the result?" Though James was usually strict with students, he rarely lost his temper.

However, upon hearing this, he slapped the test paper on the desk and said in a cold, stern voice, "If none of you want to ask, then we'll let this go today. Just hope you don't regret it later." James knew that, even though Yvette didn't want to reveal her identity as Siren now, it was only a matter of tbefore it would be exposed in the future.

By the tit happened, it would be too late for these students to have any regrets.

Jay nodded and said to Yvette, "Let's not bother. Instead of working on these questions, wouldn't it be better to discuss things with me?" Yvette turned around and rolled up her sleeves, exposing her slender wrist.

She tapped the test paper with her fingertip and looked up, still looking nonchalant..

It was clear that the test hadn't affected her mood at all.

Glancing around the room, she said, "Since we're betting, there should be stakes. What can you put up?" Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, they remembered Ryan mentioning that Yvette had once won 100 million dollars in just one night. They all respond in unison, "We don't have any money." Yvette crossed her legs, her expression indifferent, and glanced at Ryan, who was staring down at the floor. Her tone remained indifferent as she said, “Whatever you have, put it up." Spencer's face twitched slightly as he forced himself to say, "Ms. Zeller, this feels inappropriate. Isn't this just gambling?" Yvette nodded, her expression completely natural. “Yes, it is.” Everyone turned to look at James, thinking, 'How can Mr. Owens possibly allow open gambling?" To everyone's surprise, James nodded in agreement. “Let's go with what Yvette said. If you've got money, put it up. If not, I can lend you some. Just sign an IOU." Jay's eyes widen in disbelief.

He thought, 'Wow!! The way this master makes money is so unconventional; who would have thought this could actually work? It looks like Mr. Owens has also gone astray.' Standing nearby, Marcus said, “I can lend too, at a lower interest rate than Mr. Owens. Feel free to cto me." Once in range and Jay were possessed.

They had seen Marcus and Jay leave the core lab, or they might have suspected that Marcus and Jay The twenty people from the outer lab gathered to discuss.

Every now and then, they glanced at Yvette, who was sitting there looking completely relaxed.

Ryan stood quietly to the side, saying nothing and keeping his eyes lowered.

Ten minutes later, Spencer, the first to place the bet, stepped forward and said, “Ms. Zeller, since Mr. Owens has approved, we agree too. We can only gather 15,000 dollars. Is that acceptable?" Propping her chin on her hand, Yvette nodded slightly at the mention of 15,000 dollars.

She replied in a crisp and clear voice, "That's fine. If I lose, I'll give you 150 thousand dollars, ten times the amount." Hearing that, scouldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement.

They thought, "This money is too easy to win. Yvette must just be a rich fool. If we had known, we would have made the test even harder... What a missed opportunity.' With that, the bet was officially set, with 15,000 dollars at stake.

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief.

He then said, "You can take as long as you want with the test. We've got experiments to run and can't wait around. Ms. Zeller, you can head to the second room on the left, and just call us when you're done." Yvette looked up, noticing the crowd looking even more annoyed after pooling their money. Narrowing her eyes, she replied casually, "No need. Twenty minutes will be enough, and I'll do it here." As soon as she finished speaking, the lab fell into silence.

In the spacious lab, the only sound was breathing.

Jay and Marcus knew Yvette was Siren, who excelled at physics.

But the test covered not just physics but also biology, astronomy, and mathematics. They couldn't help but think that finishing it in twenty minutes seemed a bit too incredible. James didn't say anything. He believed that if Yvette said she could finish, she would. Yvette ignored the looks of disbelief and casually pulled a pen from the table.

Her foot tapped lightly on the ground as a slight smile appeared at the corner of her lips. Then, she lowered her head and started working on the supposedly difficult questions.

Yvette wrote quickly, her pen barely stopping.

Except for James, Jay, and Marcus, who were closest to her, the others could only see her scribbling constantly.

She just glanced at the questions and didn't seem to need tto think.

Everyone exchanged doubtful glances.

Someone whispered, "She's so good at pretending. Is she not even reading the questions?"

A petite girl said, "Exactly. Who does she think she is, skind of genius with a photographic memory? What is Mr. Owens thinking, asking her to En. be our teacher? We're all top science students from our respective hometowns. What makes her so special?"

The girl with glasses shot them a look. "Do you really think Mr. Owens is that clueless? If she wasn't N capable, do you think he, Maxwell, or Mr. Decker would treat her this way? Have you even thought about it?" The two who were whispering fall silent, embarrassed.

They thought that everrif Yvette was somewhat talented, she wouldn't be able to finish twenty questions in Ν.Ο.

twenty minutes. And even if she did, there was no way they'd all correct. At the fifteen-minute mark, Yvette's writing speed slowed noticeably.

Spencer guessed that she'd reached his optics question, which had stumped him for quite stime.

He had included it in the test just hoping to try his luck today.

Seeing Yvette's writing slow down even further, he sighed, thinking he would be disappointed again.

Only James, sitting beside Yvette, and Jay and Marcus, standing nearby, could see that Yvette hadn't paused for a single second on any of the questions.

Two of them didn't even require any calculations; she just wrote down the answers directly.

They thought, 'Is she even human? Her brain works at the speed of a computer.' The three of them wear the sexpression-utter shock.

Even Marcus, who was usually calm, felt this scene was simply too surreal.

He thought, 'People like her are truly on a different level. I'll never dare to call myself a genius again. She is the true genius.' At the nineteen-minute mark, Yvette set down her pen, twirling it briefly before placing it back in its holder.

She looked up, raised an eyebrow, and said calmly, "All done." Everyone wore an expression that screamed, "You must be joking. How is this possible?" They then stared at the test paper Yvette casually laid on the desk, both shocked and anxious.

James stood up and cleared his throat softly.

His eyes scanned the room before he said, "The test is done. For fairness, I'll project the answers on the big screen at the back so we can all grade them together." "Sounds good, Mr. Owens." "I agree, Mr. Owens." "That's a great idea." Yvette pulled out her phone and tapped it gently. The screen lit up.

A message from Jeremiah appeared. [I'm at the door, waiting for you. No rush.] Yvette replied with a simple "Okay" and stood up.

She tilted her head slightly and said, "I'm leaving now. Jeremiah's here to pickup and he's already at the entrance." James was taken aback and asked, "You don't want to stay for the result?"