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

John was conspicuous, holding a bunch of colorful envelopes with a complicated expression.

Seeing Bonnie copying something while Yvette was napping, he quietly walked over and sat right next to them. "Hey, Bonnie, what's with those dark circles? How late were you up last night? You're almost turning into a raccoon." Bonnic nodded weakly, her voice just as listless. "I didn't stay up. Forget it. Let's not talk about it." John didn't ask any further.

Seeing John brought over a pile of envelopes, Bonnie leaned in curiously. "John, who knew you were so popular? Someone sent you love letters and so many of them! I never saw that coming" She sized him up after saying that.

John shook his head with a wry smile.

Bonnie was puzzled, unsure of what he meant.

"Not mine," he said, pausing to glance at the sleeping Yvette and pointing at the latter. “They're for our goddess. Guys from another faculty askedto give them to her. They corneredoutside my dorm this morning." Bonnie looked at the colorful envelopes, then at John's helpless face, and finally understood. “Let's wait until Yve wakes up then John nodded as he thought, 'Better let Yvette handle her own things While the two were whispering, someone outside the door cto deliver a message for Yvette to visit the Principal's office. The physics classroom went silent as everyone turned to look at Yvette, who was slumped over her desk.

Everyone wondered, Who exactly is this transfer student, skind of big shot? Mr. Sunderland personally invited her? At Argrol University, who else could have the principal send someone to find them besides Ryan?' Bonnie knew Yvette would be grumpy if woken up, guessing it would take Yvette about an hour to get up by herself. But with Simon personally calling, they couldn't delay. Bonnie gathered her courage and gently nudged Yvette.

Her hand barely touched the edge of Yvette's shirt when Yvette's eyes flew open, full of alertness and a hint of fierceness.

Bonnie jolted in surprise. Her hand froze, and her body tensed.

Yvette returned to her senses and realized she was in a classroom instead of an arena in Afria.

The intensity in Yvette's eyes slowly faded, and her usual laid-back attitude returned. She glanced at the dumbfounded Bonnie and said nothing. She couldn't care less about her perfect image.

Bonnie then said, "Ms. Gorgeous, Mr. Sunderland wants to see you in his office." Yvette nodded, casually threw on her jacket, and walked leisurely toward the Principal's office. She bumped into Patrick on the way.

Patrick gave her a look without saying anything and left.

The fact that Jeremiah managed to bankrupt the Sullivan family in just half an hour yesterday was a shock for Patrick. Until he knew more about Jeremiah, he didn't dare cause trouble for Yvette.

After Yvette left, Bonnie looked down and kept silent. john didn't understand why she suddenly acted this way like something had dampened her spirits.

He asked, "What's wrong, Bonnie?" Bonnie stayed silent for a while before answering, her voice muted and downcast. "John, what do you think Ms. Gorgeous is like?" To me, she's the best person in the whole world. John nodded firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. Seeing the determination in John's eyes, Bonnie hesitated and said, "Earlier, Yve's glare was really scary, like... Bonnie struggled to find the right words before she continued, "Yeah, like a wolf. It was intimidating." John thought it over for a while. He understood why Bonnie was acting differently. She found out that Yvette wasn't how she imagined.

He asked, "Bonnie, why do you enjoy spending twith Yve? Isit just because she's pretty or cool? You've created an image of her in your mind, but maybe that's not the real her. So if you're not sure you want to be friends with her, then I'd suggest keeping sdistance.

Bonnie's face went pale. She thought, John is right. I had always imagined what Yvette was like without really knowing her past. How can I be worthy of being Yvette's friend if I'm acting this way? No matter what, Yvette is Ms. Gorgeous, and nothing car change that After figuring things out, Bonnie perked up, shaking off her earlier gloom. Patting John on the shoulder, she returned to her usual carefree self. "Thank you. I get it now. I'll explain to Yve later!" John gave a helpless smile. He thought, "Wow! Bonnie is the fastest person to change moods I've ever met.

In the Principal's office, Simon sat on the main couch while Yvette sat across from him.

Wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, she lazily slouched against the couch. Her sharp gaze was icy, giving off an air of casual defiance.

When facing Simon, she showed no trace of fear or anxiety, completely different from the usual students. Simon thought, "Yvette put herself on equal standing with me. What an interesting kid. Rebellious and free- spirited. Such at unique personality!' Simon pushed the freshly brewed coffee over s Ms. Zeller," voice was gentle, his action humble, like a kind old gentleman. "Try some, Yvette didn't hesitate, reaching over to take it. Nodding politely, she thanked Simon, then downed the coffee in one go before placing the empty cup on the rosewood table.

Simon wasn't annoyed. He happily refilled the empty coffee cup "Ms. Zeller, do you know why I called you here?" Yvette nodded. "I know. It's about Siren, right?" Simon didn't expect Yvette to be so direct by immediately bringing up the question he wanted to ask, leaving him temporarily unsure of what to say.

Simon, being the principal, only took a few seconds to regain his composure, posure, though histone becmuch more serious. "Ms. Zeller, since you know, can you tellwhat your relationship is with Siren?"

Afraid that Yvette might evade the question, Simon quickly added, "Don't even try to say you don't know him. His papers are extremely valuable, yet he gave you a special You don recommendation for admission. I won't believe it if you say you two don't know each other." Yvette's fingers rhythmically tapped on the armrests of the chair making Simon's heart pound with anxiety.

Yvette glanced up at Simon, her voice calm and "I know Siren, but don't waste your time. She won't show up again.

Persistent, Simon asked, "Is there truly no chance, Ms. Zeller? Siren is crucial for our nation's new.chipm research Mr. Owens from the capital's physics lab has been searching everywhere for Siren and even..." Simon paused suddenly, He sighed. "Ms. Zeller, please convey my sincerity, I hope Siren will consider it carefully" TIl pass it on your message, but don't get your hopes up, Yvette replied.

Hearing Yvette say that, Simon couldn't help but feel a little relieved, even the slightest hope was worth the effort.

At the moment, only Yvette could contact Siren, so Simon had to put all his hopes on her.

"If there's nothing else, Mr. Sunderland. I'll be going now," said Yette.

Simon noticed Yvette seemed a little tired, so he didn't say more and just told her to get srest.

When Yvette walked to the door, she heard Simon's sigh from behind.

A hint of irritation showed on Simon's face as he grumbled inwardly, 'Forget it. I'll just send a few more emails!