Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1131

Edmund's attention was instantly drawn to the young man, and Helen found herself looking over as well.

The student had striking features—sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a short haircut with a subtle widow's peak. His tousled bangs were styled with effortless flair, and his gaze carried a bold, rebellious charm.

"Tommy!" the young man who had been interrupted exclaimed, his face showing concern.

Tommy Xander gave him a reassuring look, signaling him to stay composed. He then turned to Edmund and calmly asked, "Where do I go to register?"

Edmund shook his head, his patience wearing thin. "The Academic Affairs Office. But first, clean up the area by the door."

Tommy promptly kicked his chair aside and went to get a broom.

By the time he had finished cleaning, Megan had returned.

"Mr. Murdoch, may I come in?" she asked from the doorway, her face reflecting an innocent expression.

"Of course," Edmund replied with a nod, feeling relieved to see a student who respected the rules.

Once Megan was seated, Edmund turned to Tommy at the back of the classroom and said, "Now, apologize to Megan for your actions and ask for her forgiveness, Tommy Xander."

Tommy's face twisted with irritation as he begrudgingly approached Megan. With an exaggerated eye roll, he muttered, "Sorry."

On her way back earlier, Megan had voiced her frustrations and criticized the prankster. But seeing Tommy now, she started to reconsider.

His good looks made his actions seem almost excusable. After all, it was just a harmless prank—maybe he was simply trying to lighten the mood.

Megan found herself coming up with various justifications for Tommy. She then offered him a warm smile and said, "It's okay, I don't hold it against you."

Without looking at her, Tommy turned to Edmund and asked, "Can I go register for my demerit now?"

The young man who had stayed seated earlier leaned over to speak with him.

"Tommy, why did you take the blame for me? I'm the one at fault, so I should face the consequences. Aren't we supposed to have each other's backs?"

Unperturbed, Tommy waved him off. "It's just a disciplinary measure. Don't make such a big deal out of it."

"I'm not making a fuss! I'm just—"

"Alright, I get it," Tommy interrupted. "This isn't about you. I just wanted to make a scene. If I get expelled from the University of Glendale, my dad and my brother will finally let me pursue game development."

"Honestly, I'm not sure how to advise you. It's not entirely your fault; after all, you've never made a profit from your investments before."

Tommy shot him a cold glare, and the young man quickly took the hint and fell silent.