When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 241

He didn’t want the whole world to know about it—but he also didn’t want to be the only one who did.

His feelings were completely contradictory.

So at first, he decided to quietly sell the test questions on the Market.

It wasn’t about the money. He just didn’t want people to get the answers for free.

He charged a small amount–basically pocket change. Close enough to free, but not quite.

To avoid leaving any trace, he made sure none of the transactions went through the platform. He told buyers to pay via WhatsApp.

At first, people thought he was just some scammer.

And honestly, he acted like one.

But as the exam date got closer, more and more people decided it was worth the gamble.

Students at Stellarford Academy weren’t short on cash. They could afford to take chances.

Once he’d made enough sales, he took down the post. Deleted everything.

But that nasty little urge inside him–still wasn’t satisfied.

Why should he be the only one to know the questions?

His classmates should know too. They should be dragged into this just like him.

If this was going to be a shady, underhanded game–he didn’t want to play it alone.

But he couldn’t make it too public. If the school found out, they’d probably change the test entirely.

That’d ruin everything.

So in the end, he posted the exam questions in the class group chat.

Of course, he couldn’t do it under his own name.

He wasn’t that dumb.

He thought long and hard about who to pin it on–and finally landed on Jean.

Jean had always been the quiet, strange girl in class–the one nobody paid much attention to.

But lately… she’d changed.

She was louder now. Sharper. Confident.

He didn’t like it.

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“Sunny,” the principal said, finally breaking the silence. His voice was stern. “Come with me to the office later. We need to have a talk.”

Sunny just gave a small nod, still silent.

“Principal,” Jean suddenly said, her voice cutting in. Here

was casual, but her words were heavy. “Sunny

may be the one who started all this–but do you really think the rest of Class Three is completely innocent?”

A wave of discomfort rippled through the room.

The other students stiffened. Their eyes filled with panic.

“What are you trying to say? We didn’t make Sunny post those questions,” someone blurted out defensively.

Others chimed in quickly. “Yeah, if anything, we were the victims!”

“Come on, Principal. Don’t listen to her. We didn’t have a choice. We were just… exposed to the answers.”

Jean tilted her head lazily and smiled. “Really? Then how come, when the test questions showed up in the class group chat, not a single one of you reported it to the school?”

She raised an eyebrow, her voice still light–but unmistakably sharp.

“Why didn’t anyone speak up until after the exam was already over?”