Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1128

Megan instinctively raised her hands and screamed, only to have the flour spill into her mouth.

The gritty, clumpy powder gagged and nearly made her vomit. As she wiped the flour from her face, she realized she had wiped away her foundation and eyeshadow too, creating a blotchy, uneven mess.

All the effort she had put into perfecting her makeup that morning was now completely ruined.

No matter how impeccably she dressed in the future, her new classmates would only remember this humiliating incident.

Frustrated, Megan stomped her feet and shoved the door open. Her arms hung at her sides as she clenched her fists tightly.

Nonetheless, she didn't realize that the door was equipped with a spring mechanism. As she pushed it open, the spring recoiled abruptly, catching her completely off guard.

The door snapped back and slammed into her, sending her sprawling to the floor. She ended up awkwardly wedged between the door and the doorframe, looking utterly disheveled.

The students burst into even more raucous laughter, clearly reveling in the scene.

Megan had never felt such an intense desire to vanish from sight.

As she glanced at the unfamiliar, laughing faces around her, she nervously bit her lip and grasped the door handle to pull herself up. Without saying a word, she turned and hurriedly made her way out.

As Megan passed Helen, her steps wavered. She suddenly remembered that Helen was supposed to have entered the classroom first.

It became clear that Helen had anticipated the trap and deliberately pushed her into it.

With her reputation ruined and her clothes covered in flour, making a scene now would only lead to more embarrassment.

Helen turned around, maintaining a polite expression. "What's the matter, Mr. Murdoch?"

Edmund walked over with a serious look and said, "I saw everything."

"Everything?" Helen asked, her confusion evident.

"You were supposed to be the first one into the classroom, yet you lingered by the door and let Megan go ahead. Do I really need to spell out what you were up to?" Edmund said with a hint of sarcasm.

Helen listened with a composed, almost detached demeanor. When she finally understood his implication, she laughed and asked, "Are you for real?"

Edmund's expression remained stern. "What's so funny? This is a serious matter!"