Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1661

With a sudden, forceful yank, the girl threw the boy forward, sending him crashing into Finn and the others as they charged ahead.

The group collapsed in a tangled heap, groaning in pain.

"If any of you even think about bullying him again," she said coldly, "you'll have to go through me first."

Terrified, the boys scrambled to their feet, scattering in all directions.

Once they were out of sight, the girl's expression softened. She turned toward Lincoln, her face quickly slipping back into the shy, hesitant demeanor from before.

She lowered her head, pressing her lips together, too nervous to speak.

After a moment of awkward silence, Lincoln broke the stillness. "Are you… from the track team?"

The girl looked up at him, clearly startled by the question. She shook her head, her expression still guarded.

"Why not give it a shot?" Lincoln said flatly. "You've got the talent, and your physical condition is ideal for it.

He added, "Track could open up great opportunities for you. Everyone has potential, and life's too short. I hope you don't waste your time with those losers anymore."

With that, Lincoln turned and walked away, leaving the girl standing there. She stared at his disappearing figure, deep in thought.

Was he an angel?

…

The class bell rang sharply.

As the homeroom teacher for Class F signaled for the students to sit, Finn stormed in. He was accompanied by an elderly man in glasses and a suit, his demeanor exuding authority.

"Good morning, Mr. Talbot," the homeroom teacher greeted respectfully.

"Likewise," Basil Talbot replied with a brief nod. He adjusted his glasses and surveyed the class with a condescending gaze. "Who is Lincoln?"

"That's him!" Finn snarled. He pointed sharply to the third-to-last row, a smug look in his eyes.

Without another word, he pointed at Lincoln and Sienna, signaling for them to follow him.

Seeing the tension escalate, the homeroom teacher quickly hurried off to contact the admissions director.

…

After standing for five minutes outside the Vice Principal's office, Lincoln took Sienna's hand and guided her toward a nearby couch, encouraging her to sit. Without a word, Sienna followed his lead.

"What do you think you're doing?" Basil snapped, his voice tight with fury. "Did I give you permission to sit?"

"You're about to expel us anyway. What makes you think you have the right to give orders?" Lincoln retorted, his voice thick with impatience.

Without waiting for a reply, he sat down beside Sienna, casually pulling out his laptop.

"You—" Basil shot up, poised to lash out. But after a moment's pause, he reined himself in, mindful of his position and the consequences.

A thin, contemptuous smile tugged at his lips as he sneered, "Fine. Hold on to that attitude then."