When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 242

For a moment, the students stared wide–eyed, frozen in place with complex expressions.

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Some of them opened their mouths, looking like they wanted to say something–only to find themselves speechless in the end.

One of them finally burst out, shouting at Jean, “What the hell are you even talking about? If you’re losing it, go get checked! You think we’re supposed to react instantly or something? No one knew those were real test questions back then!”

As soon as he said that, the others seemed to find their voice again and started chiming in-

“Yeah! Who are you to say what we were thinking? Don’t put words in our mouths!”

“Don’t lump us all in with your bullshit, okay?”

Jean’s expression darkened. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You know exactly what you did–whether you secretly saved those questions or looked up the answers. You know.”

“If we really wanted to investigate, you think your phones could handle it?” She let out a cold laugh, voice suddenly dropping into a sharper, icier tone. “I’m betting we’d dig up plenty.”

That shut them up.

Faces went pale. Eyes dropped to the floor. Fingers tangled together with nervous tension.

Because it was true.

They had searched for those answers.

Some had deleted the search history. Some hadn’t. Either way, recovering that data wouldn’t be hard for someone with the right tools…

Jean tilted her chin up slightly and kept going. “If you guys benefited from the leaked questions, how do you figure you’re not part of the cheating? If Sunny’s the only one who takes the fall, that’s hardly fair.”

Off to the side, Sunny’s eyelids twitched. He slowly glanced in Jean’s direction, his gaze flicking upward in a quiet, hollow sweep.

“Sir.” Jean turned toward the principal, her voice smooth as glass, lips curled into a faint smile. “Aside from Sunny, don’t let the others off easy either… Make sure they’re all investigated.”

She spoke in that same easy, detached voice–but what she said landed like a sledgehammer.

And she meant it.

She knew the principal would follow through.

The cheating scandal had already blown up–way beyond the school’s four walls. It was public now. People outside the academy were watching too.

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She hadn’t logged into her Facebook account in ages. Which meant she never received the questions in the class group chat.

And her grades? So far ahead of everyone else it was laughable. The idea that she’d need to cheat was ridiculous.

When the principal launched the investigation, he didn’t hold back.

He went straight for their phones.

Under normal circumstances, combing through someone’s private device would be a massive invasion of privacy–and totally unacceptable.

But this wasn’t normal.

This was a scandal that had already made waves across the school and beyond. And it was obvious-

Jean was right.

Those phones didn’t stand a chance. They were full of traces. Full of clues.

Some students had done a decent job scrubbing their history. Others hadn’t even bothered. Either way, it didn’t matter.

There were still plenty of pieces left behind. Enough to prove the truth.