Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1127

Left behind, Megan's anger flared. She rushed to catch up and snapped, "What makes you think you're so special? Just because you're from the countryside doesn't mean you can act like a barbarian. Haven't you ever been taught to respect others?"

Without breaking her stride, Helen shot back, "First, you need to learn to be a decent person."

Megan's face flushed with rage. Recalling Edmund's warning, she sneered, "I doubt you'll even pass the monthly exam. You'd better back off now and save yourself some embarrassment."

Helen could no longer tolerate Megan's attitude. She suddenly stopped and faced Megan directly.

Even without words, Helen's gaze cut through like shards of glass.

Megan instinctively swallowed hard and took a step back, stammering, "W-What are you going to do?"

She tensed, fearing Helen might lash out. After all, people from the countryside were often thought to be unpredictable.

Helen raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling her lips. "Just a friendly reminder—the last person who wouldn't leave me alone ended up in a crematorium. In a few days, they'll be reduced to ashes. Do you want to book a crematorium experience too?"

A shiver ran down Megan's spine, and a flicker of fear appeared in her eyes. She fought to keep her composure and shot back, "Are you threatening me? Go ahead, I'm not afraid of you!"

Helen's smile disappeared, replaced by her usual cold, composed demeanor. "Actions speak louder than words. If you're not afraid, then go ahead and test me."

Without waiting for Megan's reply, Helen turned on her heel and walked away.

She suddenly remembered that the classroom was B201. Luckily, since all the nearby rooms began with "B," she only needed to follow the sequence to find it.

Fuming, Megan glared at Helen's retreating figure and followed at a steady pace, mentally reminding herself to stay calm and composed.

"Country bumpkin," Megan scoffed, assuming Helen was intimidated by the room full of top students.

She straightened her hair, grabbed the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

"Hey, everyone—"

Before Megan could finish her greeting, a bucket of flour fell from above, drenching her completely. The room erupted in laughter, the noise blaring around her.

"Hahaha—"

"Ahhhh!"