Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1662

As soon as Basil finished speaking, the smile on his face vanished.

His grandson had been right—this brat was nothing but trouble. A student who openly disrespected his elders and lacked any discipline certainly had no place in this prestigious school.

Kids like Lincoln needed to be put in their place. Losing his spot at the school would be just the beginning. When he got home, a storm of scolding and punishment would undoubtedly be waiting for him.

As the vice principal, it was Basil's duty to safeguard the school's reputation and prestige. As for discipline, that was a matter for Lincoln's parents to handle.

The more Lincoln smiled now, the harder it would hit him when he got home.

With that in mind, Basil sneered contemptuously.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and one of Basil's subordinates stepped inside. "Did you call for me, Mr. Talbot?"

"That's right, you handle the student records, don't you? Come over here and erase the files for these two," Basil snapped, rising from his chair and gesturing toward the computer.

The subordinate sat down quickly, logging into the student information system and pulling up the necessary files.

"Lincoln and Sienna Terzian, Class F—delete," Basil ordered sharply, his frustration growing by the moment.

At Basil's command, the subordinate's fingers raced across the keyboard, the rapid clicking nearly shattering the stillness of the room.

Basil gritted his teeth, frustration boiling over as he snapped at the subordinate, "Come on, hurry up! Can't you type any faster than a child?"

The subordinate nodded meekly, silently executing the task. He selected Lincoln and Sienna's names and hit "Delete."

However, when the page refreshed and the Class F roster reloaded, Lincoln and Sienna's names remained at the top.

"What the hell is going on?" Basil growled, his impatience finally boiling over.

"It… it might be a network issue," the subordinate stammered, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "I'll try again."

He repeatedly hit delete and refresh, each click growing more desperate.

After what seemed like an eternity, the screen flickered and went black with a crackling sound, nearly sending his glasses flying off his face.

When the screen came back to life, it displayed a garbled mess of letters—something resembling Encerian but completely incomprehensible.

Basil and his subordinate stared at the screen, both bewildered.

Without missing a beat, Lincoln closed his laptop and stood up. "That's Itchwinese," he said curtly. "It means 'jerk.'"

"How dare you insult me!" Basil shouted, leaping out of his chair.

"Did I?" Lincoln spread his hands with an innocent shrug. "I was just offering a translation, Mr. Talbot. You're the one who took it the wrong way."

"You!" Basil slammed his fist onto the table. "Are you the one behind this?"