Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1252

"You're the only one causing a fuss!" Edmund snapped, his face flushed with irritation. "Tommy hasn't complained about being disturbed!"

"Who said that?" Tommy spoke up at once. "Mr. Reddick, I'd like to file a complaint against Mr. Murdoch as well. He's discriminating against us—he's been focusing solely on me and Helen while ignoring the other students!"

"Me too!" Bentley chimed in from across the aisle.

"What's it got to do with you?" Edmund shot back, glaring at Bentley.

Bentley lowered his head and muttered under his breath, "Just seeing you is aggravating. I can't even get the answers right…"

Nonetheless, Hunter wasn't siding with Helen in this situation. "There's no rule in the proctoring guidelines that prohibits a proctor from staying in one place for a long time.

"You all know the exam procedures and should be aware that proctors have the right to be anywhere in the room. The important thing is to adjust your mindset and stay focused."

Edmund's lips curled into a smirk, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "Let's see how you handle this now," he thought to himself.

He was determined to uncover Helen's secret to excelling in her exams.

After a brief pause, Helen stood up and asked, "Mr. Reddick, may I move to the desk next to you?"

The podium had two desks—one high and one low. The shorter desk, typically used for storing chalk and other supplies, was always kept neatly organized.

"Won't you feel more pressured with me watching?" Hunter asked with a chuckle.

"Not at all," Helen replied. Without hesitation, she took a chair and settled down next to Hunter.

Hunter's grin widened. In all his years of teaching, he had never encountered a student quite like Helen. While he'd met many talented and confident students, none had been as refreshingly straightforward and bold as her.

On the way there, Bentley seemed unusually downcast.

Trying to cheer him up, Tommy draped an arm around his shoulders and gave his stomach a playful tickle. "Hey, Bentley, are you feeling bummed because you know you flunked the exam?"

"Get lost," Bentley snapped, shoving Tommy away. "I don't care about that!"

Rubbing his chest, Tommy asked skeptically, "So, what's got you so bothered?"

"I'm just worried about my dad," Bentley replied with a sigh, his expression darkening. "He's really sick."

"Come on, don't kid around," Tommy said, trying to lighten the mood. "I saw your dad on the cover of a tabloid just a few days ago. He had a woman on each arm. Honestly, he didn't look sick at all."