Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

James said, “Regarding Siren’s identity, unless she personally agrees, neither the National Physics Lab nor I will ever announce it publicly. There are only two simple reasons for not revealing her identity. First, she does not wish to. Second, as of yesterday, her file has been approved, and she has officially become a First-Class Researcher in Clusia, and will henceforth receive national protection.”

As soon as James said this, the media reporters from Clusia were in an uproar.

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So far, only three individuals at the National Physics Lab hold that title, James, Marcus, and Jay.

Now, there was a fourth, Siren.

A male reporter from Clusia, with a malicious grin, continued his questioning, “Mr. Owens, isn’t it too hasty to grant Siren the title of First-Class Researcher based on just one project?”

James smiled slightly, calm and composed, as if entirely unbothered by the question.

He began, “Just one project? It seems the reporters present may not fully understand. Let me clarify. The fact that the new energy project was completed so quickly and implemented in production is all thanks to Siren’s efforts. I have already submitted a detailed report to the World Physics Organization in Mysonna. You should find that the World Physics Organization’s website has now updated its page with information on Siren’s contributions to the new energy project. If there are any doubts, you can check the website.”

James’ words were well-grounded, leaving the reporter momentarily speechless.

The reporters behind him immediately began checking the World Physics Organization’s website using their laptops and phones.

Seeing the updated content on the new energy project page and the calm expression on James’ face, any other journalists who had intended to cause trouble fell silent.

After all, if the World Physics Organization, the most authoritative entity, had already recognized Siren’s identity, they had no grounds to question it further without embarrassing themselves.

The male reporter accepted the phone handed to him by his colleague, and when he saw the official First-Class Researcher certification seal on the website, his face turned grim.

Suddenly, someone whispered, “Oh my God, Siren is a woman? And she’s only 22? That’s unbelievable.”

His comment stirred a commotion among the reporters.

“Really? I see it too. She’s only 22. Does that mean she’s now the youngest First-Class Researcher in Clusia?”

“A woman? Siren is a woman, a 22-year-old genius?”

“She must be the youngest participant in this new energy project

“Not only that, but she’s broken the record. She became a First-Class Researcher even earlier than Marcus did. She’s truly created a miracle.”

They had no choice but to reveal these two key details about Siren.

James had already discussed this with Yvette last night, advising that if Siren wanted to get certified by the World Physics Organization in Mysonna, she would need to disclose her age and gender.

James coolly eyed the journalist from Mysonna who was gritting his teeth in frustration and said politely, “Do you have any further questions, sir?”

‘Let’s see how these journalists from Mysonna will try to dispute the recognition granted by their own country’s organization,’ James thought.

Actually, this situation wasn’t entirely James’ doing, and it caught him somewhat by surprise.

He hadn’t expected the World Physics Organization to approve everything so swiftly this time.

Normally, getting certification was an arduous process, but this time, the moment the materials were submitted, they were approved immediately.

Even the website update was unusually prompt.

The reporter remained silent, clearly embarrassed.

He backed down from further questioning, and the other journalists naturally followed suit.

The remaining press conference went smoothly and wrapped up in less than an hour, as planned.

At the end of the press conference, James stood tall and spoke to the world’s media with a determined voice. “Five thousand years ago, we stood with Nileian, facing the floods. Four thousand years ago, like the Babelians, we cast bronze. Three thousand years ago, we pondered philosophy alongside the Aegians. Two thousand years ago, we fought with the brave Veronians. A thousand years ago, we shared the prosperity of Saracian. And now, we stand once more among the nations of the world, never faltering. The researchers from Clusia have always strived to innovate and surpass. I hope more young talents like Siren will return to the embrace of their homeland, to build the future of our nation.”

As soon as James finished speaking, the conference hall erupted into thunderous applause.

Only the reporter and his TV crew stood apart, grinding their teeth as they watched the dignified and unyielding figure of James on stage.

Moments ago, the reporter had made a phone call to Mysonna, trying to dig up more information on Siren.

Instead, he received a stern warning, advising him not to pursue the matter further or exploit Siren for a story.

With such a clear message from the top, the reporter had no choice but to book the earliest flight back to Mysonna, retreating in disgrace.

*****

At the Chavez residence, the television was on.

The press conference was broadcast live.

That meant everyone in Clusia had seen the entire event, from beginning to end.

Jeremiah had brought Yvette to the Chavez residence today, as per Aurora’s insistence.

They had barely been apart for a short while, but Aurora already missed Yvette terribly. Aurora sat right next to Yvette, while Jeremiah and Clifford occupied the other end of the sofa.

The four of them watched the entire live broadcast of the new energy project press

conference.

Aurora casually peeled an orange and handed it to Yvette. “Yvette, it’s sweet. Try it. I had someone bring it back from the south especially for you. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Yvette naturally accepted it, took a bite, and nodded slightly. “It’s delicious.”

Aurora beamed with delight, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed at Yvette’s profile.

Yvette’s side profile was stunning, a masterpiece crafted by the hands of God.

Seeing this, Clifford let out a discontented huff. “Sweet? What’s so sweet? It’s just an orange. I didn’t taste anything sweet.”

Jeremiah, dressed casually, with his long legs crossed, glanced at Clifford’s expression, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

He then looked at Yvette, who was being fed by Aurora, paused briefly, and then casually picked up an orange to try for himself. “So sour.”

Aurora, still watching James on the television, sighed. “ver would have guessed Siren is a 22-year-old woman.”

Hearing this, Clifford lowered his newspaper and said solemnly, “Indeed, a true genius. Her future is limitless. Since Mr. Owens personally applied for her to become a First-Class Researcher, it speaks volumes about her character.”

Jeremiah, with a side glance, observed Yvette lounging on the sofa, focused on eating her orange, feet propped up.

His eyes darkened slightly, deep in thought.

‘Isn’t it a bit too coincidental? Siren and Yvette are both 22? Siren is also a woman? Could there be some connection between the two?’ he wondered.

Yvette finished the last slice of her orange, her eyes cold and her gaze sharp as she met Jeremiah’s intense stare.

She frowned.

Then she spoke slowly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Aurora immediately turned her head when she heard this, noticing the two of them locked eyes.

She shifted her body to block Jeremiah’s view.

‘Only I get to admire Yvette’s beauty. I’m not letting him stare at her, Aurora thought possessively.

Clifford, feeling a twinge of jealousy, thought to himself, ‘Does Aurora not love me anymore?’