Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1664

Basil's initial instinct was to lash out, but he quickly reined it in, managing a forced chuckle.

"Alright, but here's the catch—if you can't fix it, not only will you be expelled, but your parents will be stuck with the bill for repairing this computer. So, are you still willing to take on the challenge?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Lincoln shot back, eagerly extending his hand. "Let's shake on it. A man's word is his bond—no backing out."

Outside the door, Chandler stopped in his tracks, having caught the exchange.

"Fine." Basil stood and shook Lincoln's hand. "It's a deal."

"Then please step aside," Lincoln said, his confidence unwavering.

"You really think you're something, don't you?" Basil scoffed, rising begrudgingly from his chair and stepping aside. "Let's see how long you can keep up that bravado."

Lincoln blinked slowly, casually easing into the computer chair. But the instant his fingers brushed the keyboard, his demeanor shifted completely. A laser-like focus took hold of him, and he moved with a newfound precision.

His hands blurred across the keys, moving so quickly that Basil wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

The steady clack of the keys filled the room. Basil snatched off his glasses, wiping them in a panic before hurriedly putting them back on.

To his astonishment, Lincoln's typing speed had accelerated beyond belief. He could barely track the rapid movements of Lincoln's fingers as the screen blurred before him.

Two minutes later, Lincoln pressed the "Enter" key with a decisive thud. He tossed the keyboard aside and stood up with a flourish.

In that instant, the chaotic text on the screen began to shrink, condensing into a beam of light that shot into the monitor. Within seconds, the original school system reappeared, fully restored.

Basil collapsed back into his chair, staring in disbelief as he moved the mouse to navigate the interface. To his astonishment, everything was functioning perfectly.

For generations, the Talbot family had proudly graduated from this school, and Basil wasn't about to let that legacy crumble under his leadership.

Besides, there were no cameras in the room and no one else around to witness their bet. He could deny it without a second thought. What could two kids possibly do to him?

With that in mind, Basil stood taller, a surge of confidence coursing through him. "Expel Finn? Who said anything about that? The one I've always wanted to expel is you, Lincoln."

Lincoln remained unfazed. "So, Mr. Talbot, are you actually going to break your word?"

Basil tilted his chin up, his voice dripping with superiority. "Say what you like. But you're not the vice principal here. In this school, my word is law."

Just then, Chandler's voice echoed from the doorway.

"Whoa, Mr. Talbot, you sure have a big ego!"