Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

“Everyone, please be quiet, Patrick said.

The students of Argrol University assumed Patrick was about to praise Yvette and announce the results of the competition. After all, the superiority of the two speakers was evident, and there was no need for a vote. Everyone could see that Yvette had won, and decisively at that,

Adjusting his tie, Patrick looked at Yvette on stage and asked in an accusatory tone, “Ms. Zeller, your speech was indeed impressive. However, I have one question that needs your explanation.”

Yvette inclined her head slightly, her tone steady and confident, “Go ahead.”Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

The students at Argrol University were captivated by Yvette’s audacity. It was clear she had every right to be proud.

Patrick was known for being peny at Argrol University. In the past, when he taught classes, he often summoned students to his office for minor infractions and kept them there for hours.

Many students had been recorded for misconduct, yet no one dared to confront him, as everyone wanted to graduate smoothly and avoid antagonizing a dean.

Patrick paused for a moment, but in front of so many students, he couldn’t afford to lose his temper. However, his expression instantly darkened.

“Ms. Zeller, you are as headstrong as ever. I want to ask if this speech was truly written by you. As we all know, you come from a rural background, and your record shows that you lack even a basic education. How could you possibly speak Frixyia? And how could you give an off-the-cuff speech in just three days?” he asked.

Patrick’s sharp gaze betrayed an insidiousness that seemed unsettling; he stared directly at Yvette. She returned his gaze with a mixture of coldness and impatience, and those around her could feel the tension.

Students at Argrol University couldn’t help but feel a tingle of doubt creeping in. After all, it was indeed puzzling that country girl could master Frixyia; that was, to some, quite unbelievable. Some, influenced by Patrick’s insinuations, began to harbor doubts.

“Mr. Williams is right; how could Yvette possibly speak Frixyia? This does seem odd.”

“Indeed. Frixyia is difficult to learn; we all know that.”

“Let’s hear what Yvette has to say.

Bonnie and John stepped beside Yvette, and Tobias stood up from his chair and walked straight to her side. The three silently supported Yvette.

Seeing so many people start to question Yvette again, Andrew felt a surge of anger and was ready to rush forward. However, Jeremiah was quicker; he strode over to Yvette with long strides

Jeremiah exuded an immense presence, possessing an air of nobility and aloofness that couldn’t be ignored. The surrounding students instinctively parted to create a path leading directly to Yvette

Patrick attempted to admonish Jeremiah but, upon catching a glimpse of him, found himself frozen in place by his icy stare.

At that moment, it felt as if a sharp blade were aimed directly at him, and his reprimanding words caught in his throat, unable to be voiced. He understood right away that Jeremiah was not sonicone to be trilled with.

“Let’s go get some steaks, Jeremiah said to Yvette, his voice deep and charming.

Andrew, following closely behind, cast an annoyed glance at Patrick, thinking he was nothing but a fool. “Yvette, let’s go.

Let’s go and forget about that old bastard!” Andrew’s tone was filled with a haughty arrogance. get

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The students surrounding thein were taken aback by the handsome looks of both Jeremiah and Andrew. Not only were th attractive, but their fashion sense was also striking.

Some girls glanced at them and then at their boyfriends, their expressions suddenly tinged with disdain. What shocked everyone the most was Andrew’s audacity to call Patrick “old bastard.”

Winona saw Jeremiah stand beside Yvette, her jealousy spiraling like a vine, wildly growing within her heart. She couldn’t understand how Yvette had only been here for a few days and managed to meet such an exceptional man and friends who would stand up for her. Even the professors from the physics department seemed to trust her immensely.

Sharon, seeing this sudden arrival who backed Yvette, felt both jealous and a bit relieved. With everyone’s attention focused on Patrick, Yvette, and this striking newcomer, Sharon thought perhaps she wouldn’t need to apologize after all. She hoped the situation would escalate further so that people would forget about her losing the competition.

Thinking about the steaks they were about to eat lifted Yvette’s spirits. She looked up, her irritation fading as she pursed her lips and glanced past Jeremiah at Patrick Frixyia is quite simple, I learned it when I was young and reviewed it just three days ago!

This declaration stirred up a wave of envy among the crowd. To claim fluency from having learned it as a child and reviewed it only three days prior was clearly a testament to Yvette’s genius.

If anyone else had made such a claim, it might have been dismissed as boasting. However, coming from Yvette, no one dared to question it.

“Oh my god, do all talented people talk like this?”

Tm definitely going to be a fan of Yvette. She’s too cool!”

“Imagine how incredible her memory must be! I can’t even fathom it.”

The students who had thrown down their banners earlier, sensing no one was watching, quickly retrieved them. Then, in unison, they began to shout, “Yvette, you’re a genius! You’re amazing!”

Yvette facepalmed; this flattery made her feel a bit overwhelmed for the first time. Patrick, now intimidated by Jeremiah, found himself at a loss for words.

“I’ve never heard that Yvette has such a good memory!” Winona suddenly exclaimed. At this, the students in the auditorium fell silent for a moment.

Bonnie couldn’t hold back any longer. Her cheeks puffed up with anger. “Hey, Winona, don’t think everyone can’t tell what you mean Yve has only been here for a few days; it’s not surprising that you don’t know her abilities. I think you’re just afraid that Sharon will have to apologize to Yvette for losing: you’re just a hypocrite!”

It was the first time Winona noticed the suspicious looks directed at her from those around. She felt utterly miserable, the image she had worked so hard to maintain was shaken by Bonnie, Winona tried to summon tears, hoping to garner everyone’s sympathy.

“Hey, you’re not actually going to cry, are you? Bonnie’s right; you’re definitely a hypocrite. Yvette is your sister, yet I can’t shake the feeling that you don’t want her to do well at all, someone said.

As this was said, another wave of whispers broke out around them. Winona didn’t know if she should cry; her tears were caught in her eyes

Sharon attempted to minimize her presence, wanting to sneak out quietly. She felt grateful to have avoided a close call, but just as she was about to step out of the auditorium, Yvette suddenly said, “Sharon, apologize to me.”

Yvette’s voice was not loud, but it was clear enough for Sharon and the others in the auditorium to hear. Everyone’s gaze shifted back to Sharon, who had reached the door.

Suddenly, everyone understood: Sharon had lost but was refusing to own up to it, trying to sneak away. The room erupted in laughter, and Sharon could no longer take it.

I’m not apologizing: what are you going to do about it? You’re just the daughter that the Chambers family pulled back from the countryside. Besides, Winona says your dad kicked you out to stay in the dorms; what do you have to be so proud of? My dad is friends with the head of the Lewis family, so you can’t force me to apologize!” she shouted.

Upon hearing this, even Emily felt embarrassed. Losing a competition wasn’t shameful; what was truly disgraceful was that Sharon tried to threaten Yvette with her family background.

“Sharon, just apologize. Losing isn’t shameful; acting like this is. I’m very disappointed in you,” Emily urged.

Sharon lifted her chin defiantly, refusing to back down. She wore a look of stubbornness, as if she hadn’t heard a word anyone said. Seeing that she remained obstinate, Emily sighed and left the auditorium, deciding that Sharon wasn’t worth

her concem.

“The Sullivan family? The Lewis family? I’ve never heard of them,” Andrew remarked, breaking the tension.