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Chapter_272
James hung up the phone, turned to his granddaughter with a soft expression, and spoke gently, “Let’s go see my physics lab, Yvette.”
Yvette nodded slightly, responding, “I’m heading back to Seacrity soon, so there’s no need to open a milkshake shop just for me.”
James waved dismissively, “It’s nothing, really. If you come to Betrico, I’ll close it. Take it easy. Anything I give you, just accept it.”
Then, remembering something, he added, “I bought you a villa at Skyland yesterday. It’s small but cost 100 million dollars. I’ll hand you the keys this afternoon. The place is all designed and furnished—you can just move in whenever. You’re getting married to Jeremiah soon, and I can’t let him take advantage of you, okay?”
Yvette couldn’t help but think, Does a few kisses count as taking advantage?
James continued, his tone serious, “Luckily, Jeremiah’s not like his grandpa. If he was, I wouldn’t let you marry him. That man’s always been trouble.”
The tension between James and Jase had built over the years, especially since Mary, the president of the National Performing Arts Association, had been mentioned by Michael. James glanced at Yvette, who had been quietly listening, and she softly said, “Thank you.”
James didn’t quite catch it at first. Turning to her, he asked, “What did you say, Yvette?”
Yvette paused for a moment, relaxed and calm, before shaking her head and replying, “Nothing.”
When they arrived at the National Physics Lab, the security was tight. The lab employed state-of-the-art iris recognition and a five-tier security system. If an alarm were triggered, the military could respond in under three minutes, and if the intruder was unlucky, the Navy, Army, and Air Force would be involved.
James and Yvette changed into lab coats designed to be waterproof, electricity-resistant, and radiation-proof. These coats were made from material so tough, not even a knife could cut through them, costing tens of thousands of dollars each. With basic expenses alone running into millions, this lab was truly a money pit.
After passing through several levels of security, they reached the outermost area of the lab, where the researchers immediately stopped their work when they saw James entering. This elevator was reserved exclusively for him, and no one else could use it.
James led the way, and Yvette followed. As they entered, all the researchers stood up respectfully, greeting James with deference, saying, “Hello, Mr. Owens,” “Good morning, Mr. Owens,” and “Hi, Mr. Owens.”
The researchers exchanged puzzled looks when they saw Yvette walking beside James. They had never seen him bring anyone into the lab before, except for his grandson. Some wondered if James was recruiting a new member, perhaps a girl who could be a new addition to the lab.
James, always kind and generous, nodded to everyone, then turned to Yvette, explaining, “Yvette, this is the outer area of the lab. These are the top students from each region, and they usually do basic experiments. When you have time, feel free to come by and give them a lecture.”
Yvette glanced around, her gaze briefly stopping on a few of the researchers who looked unimpressed. Her expression remained calm as she raised an eyebrow, letting the tension simmer. She spoke, her voice firm, “If you have any questions after an hour, you can ask me.”
The atmosphere in the room grew colder. The researchers were taken aback by her confidence. Some exchanged glances, clearly skeptical of a girl they had never seen before claiming she could teach them anything.
James, realizing the situation, tried to clarify Yvette’s status, but before he could, Yvette shot him a look that told him to stay silent. She didn’t want to make her presence known that way. Instead, she chose to let her actions speak for themselves.
One of the researchers, Spencer, wearing glasses and clearly frustrated, stepped forward and asked, “Even though I’m not sure why Mr. Owens asked you to be our teacher, you must be quite talented. But don’t you think you’re being a little too confident? Can you really handle all questions?”
Another girl, who seemed competent, took off her lab goggles and addressed Yvette in a more respectful tone. “Spencer is right. We believe you’re not boasting, but honestly, we find it hard to believe. Even our core researchers wouldn’t dare make such bold claims.”
Yvette simply glanced at both of them, her eyes cold, before responding in a voice that was calm but commanding, “Confidence isn’t arrogance. If you need proof, you’ll get it. I’m here to show you.”
The entire room fell silent. No one spoke for a long while, their doubts and skepticism hanging in the air. Yvette turned her gaze to one of the silent boys in the group, who seemed intrigued by her words.
She turned back and said, “Let’s get started then.”
Spencer, still unsure, asked, “Alright, let’s talk about quantum entanglement. It’s something we’ve been working on and haven’t cracked yet. How would you approach it?”
Yvette didn’t hesitate. “Entanglement is simple, actually. It’s all about the correlation between particles, not just their interaction. The key is understanding that when one particle’s state is determined, the other’s is instantaneously determined, no matter the distance between them. The solution isn’t in the measurement itself, but in how you manipulate the quantum state.”
She paused, letting the complexity of her words sink in. “You’re looking at it the wrong way. The key to understanding is in how you view non-locality.”
Spencer’s mouth opened in surprise, but no words came out. The other researchers looked at each other, some beginning to question their earlier doubts.
“Next?” Yvette asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by their reactions.
The room remained silent for a while before one of the boys stepped forward, clearly intrigued by Yvette’s calm confidence. “Alright, what about time dilation and its impact on relativity?”
Yvette smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Time dilation isn’t just about speed. It’s about spacetime curvature. The faster you move, the more noticeable the dilation effect. But it’s not just theoretical—every GPS system relies on time dilation. If it didn’t, we’d be off by miles every day.”
The researchers exchanged looks of surprise. This wasn’t what they expected from someone so young.
“Okay, that’s… that’s impressive,” Spencer admitted, his voice tinged with disbelief. “I didn’t think you could answer that so easily. You really know your stuff.”
Yvette nodded, her expression softening slightly. “It’s not about age or experience. It’s about understanding the fundamentals.”
James, who had been silently watching the exchange, nodded approvingly. Yvette had made her point, and he couldn’t help but feel proud.
With a grin, he turned to the researchers. “You’ve seen what she’s capable of. That’s enough for today.”
As they walked away from the outer lab, Yvette remained unruffled, but there was a quiet satisfaction in her expression. James, too, seemed content. He had known Yvette could handle herself, but it was still impressive to see her put these top researchers in their place so effortlessly.
“You did well,” James remarked, his voice tinged with pride. “A little humility wouldn’t have hurt, but still, you were on point.”
Yvette shrugged, the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. “They’ll learn eventually. Everyone has to face their limits.”
James laughed softly. “True. Just don’t let them think they’re the only ones who have all the answers.”
Yvette nodded, her gaze forward as she prepared herself for whatever came next. The future, it seemed, was going to be full of challenges—and she was ready to meet them head-on.
