Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1273

If Helen couldn't prove that her answer sheet had been tampered with, how would she ever have another chance to demonstrate her skills?

"Boss," Tommy asked urgently, "Have you noticed anything unusual? If there's a problem, just let me know. I'm not afraid to make a fuss—I'll ensure you get the justice you deserve!"

"It's not that simple," Helen replied, her eyes still fixed on the blackboard. "Look at the third and seventh multiple-choice questions. I initially answered 'C,' but the answer sheet now shows 'D.' It's hard to explain."

As Tommy looked at the screen, he saw only two large 'D's projected. There was no sign of the original 'C' markings.

Unless they could find the person who tampered with the answers, there was no concrete evidence.

Tommy scanned the classroom with mounting suspicion, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. Who would resort to such deceitful tactics to sabotage Helen?

"Hey Tommy, what's with the grim look?" Bentley said with a mischievous smile as he leaned in.

"Quiet," Tommy replied sharply, not bothering to look at him. "Boss' answer sheet has been tampered with. We need to figure out who did it if we want her to stay in the specialized preparatory program."

"Is that true?" Bentley asked, his face growing serious as he turned toward the podium. With a forceful thud, he slammed his hand on the desk and stood up.

The sudden commotion startled the entire class, and Hunter almost knocked his glasses off. He promptly adjusted them, his expression hardening as he snapped, "Bentley, what on earth are you doing?"

"Mr. Reddick, I have a confession to make!" Bentley declared with a casual air, smugly shaking his legs.

Nonetheless, he couldn't understand why everyone was staring at them. They should stop getting the wrong idea. Tommy was completely innocent!

Hunter's expression froze for a moment as he processed Bentley's comment. He cleared his throat and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Well, Bentley," he said, visibly flustered, "don't get too discouraged. There are still plenty of great men—women, I mean—out there. Just remember not to put all your eggs in one basket, okay?"

"Mr. Reddick, that's not the point!" Edmund cut in sharply.

"Oh, right, right…" Hunter said quickly, giving himself a light smack on the forehead. "So, Bentley, which answers did you change?"