Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 500

Helen didn't get a chance to respond before Wanda quickly passed her the bag and hopped into the car.

"Goodbye, Ms. Spencer."

Helen watched as the car faded into the distance. She looked at the two stacks of fresh bills inside the bag and frowned.

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The following day was the commencement of boot camp for the first-year students.

The instructor instructed all the students to change into their uniforms and be assembled on the field early in the morning.

Since Helen was tall, she stood at the edge of the group.

The instructor was a young man who looked barely in his 20s. His skin was tan and he had sharply chiseled features.

"Today is the first day of boot camp. We'll start with the proper training stance."

After scanning the group, the instructor singled out a woman standing on the edge. "You, come forward and demonstrate for everyone."

Her name was Samantha Cartwright. She strode forward confidently. She stood tall, like an oak tree, with a sturdy stance.

"See that? That's the standard training stance. Now, everyone, stand at attention!" the instructor commanded.

Following the command, the students assumed the prescribed stance. By noon, many of them were feeling the strain.

During the lunch break, Callie Kinsey rubbed her sore legs and collapsed onto her bed. "I can't do this anymore. I'm skipping the afternoon session."

Jessica Lance handed her a bottle of juice. "Take it easy! We've only just begun."

Helen wasn't used to taking a nap at noon, so she took out her workbook and started working on it.

At 2:00 pm, Helen dragged the reluctant Callie to the field. The boot camp hadn't started, and everyone was praising Samantha endlessly.

"Samantha, you're amazing."

"Yeah, I find the training stance so difficult with all those rules. But seeing you looking so relaxed, I'm envious."

"If only I could be as good as you, I wouldn't have been punished by the instructor."

Samantha smiled as she listened to the compliments. Though she tried to appear modest, deep down, she relished in the attention.

As she had been put through various drills by her father since childhood, she found handling a boot camp like this to be a breeze.