Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519 

Yvette leafed through the documents, betraying no emotion. Lining her gaze to Klein, she said, “Hmm.” 

Klein had begun to grasp Yvette’s temperament and recognized the wasn’t one for small talk. So, he didn’t react to her cool demeanor as dramatically as he had the day before 

Yvette’s attitude towards the other interns and her capabilities during experiments had earned Klein’s respect. It made sense for someone of her talent to possess a strong character. 

Noticing Yvette engrossed in the materials, Klein returned to his seat and picked up a medical text on interventional cardiology. As a major in cardiovascular studies, he had worked Mysonna’s premier hospital during his doctoral studies. 

Now, he held a distinguished position there and was often called in to perform surgeries on complex cases. 

Yvette glanced at the interventional cardiology book Klein was holding, rolled up her sleeves, and her deep–set eyes glimmered with an enigmatic emotion. She asked, “Your major cardiovascular studies? 

Klein was surprised by Yvette’s initiation of conversation. He raised the book slightly and replied, “Yes, I majored in cardiovascular studies at university and still occasionally return to the hospital to perform surgeries.” 

As an illegitimate child, Klein faced strict financial constraints from his wealthy family while the legitimate heirs spent extravagantly. His occasional returns to the hospital also aimed to earn some supplementary income. 

He wasn’t the only illegitimate child; had he not been exceptionally capable, he would have been discarded long ago. 

Yvette merely responded with an “Hmm” and seemed uninterested in continuing the conversation. However, Klein seized the chance to engage her further. “Have you ever heard of Quiana? In the realm of cardiovascular studies, she’s considered at 

true monarch.” 

Klein remembered Quiana, who had emerged five years ago when Mysonna’s president was diagnosed with a brain tumor. All renowned doctors had been powerless, lacking confidence that the surgery could succeed. 

Failure would mean the tumor ruptured, and even divine intervention would not suffice. No physician wanted to shoulder 

that risk. 

If the president perished under the knife of a surgeon, it would be untenable in the medical community, with serious consequences for the surgeon involved. No doctor was willing to take on the daunting task. 

The president even launched a worldwide search for a miracle doctor, offering an astronomical sum for anyone daring enough to perform the surgery. Yet, no physician was willing to accept the challenge. 

Then, Quiana boldly stepped up to perform the president’s brain surgery. The operation was a resounding success, leaving no residual effects. This single event catapulted Quiana to international fame. 

She became the idol of every medical student specializing in cardiovascular studies, including Klein. The success of Quiana’s procedure for the president was enshrined in textbooks, 

Upon hearing Klein’s admiration, Yvette lazily raised her gaze. With a dismissive air. She remarked, “She’s not as extraordinary as you think; she’s just an ordinary person.” 

Klein chuckled softly, undeterred by her words. If Quiana were merely ordinary, then their cohort of medical students might not even qualify as human. That surgery had become legendary in medical history. 

Meanwhile, in the villa, Sienna descended the stairs from the second floor, supporting her waist with a limp while looking remarkably radiant, leaving onlookers with no doubts about what had transpired. 

Shortly after, Bruce appeared from the second floor, looking invigorated and vivacious, entirely free of exhaustion. The 

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contrast between their states was striking. 

Frankie hurried to ingratiate himself with Sienna, saying, “Come on, you’ve worked hard; have something to eat 

Sienna shot a glare at Frankie. Tm never saving you again.” 

Chris, leisurely sipping his coffee, remarked, “You shouldn’t have saved him in the first place; let him fend for himself 

Sienna lounged on the sofa and nodded vigorously in agreement. “By the way, has Yvette returned yet?” 

Chris set down his coffee. “It seems Yvette is busy in some laboratory. I’m not quite sure what she’s up to. Do you know?” 

Sienna shook her head while still leaning on her waist. “No idea Yvette is skilled in so many areas that I truly have no clue about her lab assignments. 

Bruce observed Sienna’s delicate neck, his gaze deepening. “We’ll find out when Yvette returns.” 

Just then, Yvette’s voice echoed from the entrance, “What do you want to ask me?” 

Bruce, Frankie, Sienna, and Chris turned to see Yvette entering and changing her shoes at the doorway. Sienna admired how even her loose, casual attire could not conceal her enviable figure Yvette’s physique has utterly captivated me. I adore it.” 

The combination of her angelic face and devilish figure was compelling. Yet, Sienna was curious how Yvette’s prodigious appetite contrasted her sylph–like form–an unlikely juxtaposition. 

Frankie nodded in agreement with Sienna’s compliment. “If only Yvette could spare me half her intelligence–no, wait… even a third would suffice.” 

Chris turned to regard the two with a slight disbelief before wistfully commenting. “If only Yvette could share half her abilities with me.” 

Sienna and Frankie looked at Chris, astonished. ‘Is Chris truly saying such things?