Gavin leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but with a hint of irritation. “If that’s the case, I won’t meddle in their affairs. After all, I’m not the one who’ll feel uncomfortable if my identity is revealed.” His voice was nonchalant, yet his words carried an undertone of dismissal. Meanwhile, George stood awkwardly, visibly disgruntled. “No, Madam wasn’t bullied,” he replied with a hint of indignation. In truth, it was more accurate to say that Madam had held her own quite well—if not outright turned the tables on the Sinclair family. Gavin seemed lost in thought for a moment before asking, “After you went to resolve the issue for her, did she say anything?” George nodded, choosing his words carefully. “Yes, Madam was very polite. She even thanked me.” Gavin’s sharp gaze shifted toward him. “Thanked you? Only you?” George blinked, puzzled. “Who else? I was the one who handled everything. Who else could she have thanked?” He silently thought to himself, Was Madam supposed to thank the Sinclair family for stirring up trouble in the first place? Gavin’s expression darkened slightly. “I was the one who instructed you to assist her. Shouldn’t she be thanking me? Or did you conveniently forget to tell her that I sent you? George, are you trying to give me a reason to dock your salary again?” George sighed inwardly. There it is—the infamous salary deduction threat. Is there a single day President Gavin doesn’t bring this up? Outwardly, he plastered on a stiff smile, suppressing the urge to grumble. Madam had called President Gavin a stingy man once, and now George couldn’t help but agree wholeheartedly. Seizing the chance to change the subject, he said, “President Gavin, I also heard that a former teacher at Li City University—someone who doesn’t get along with Madam—might be planning to cause her trouble. Should I go ahead and handle it?” Gavin tapped his fingers on the desk, his eyes narrowing as he considered his schedule. “I’m busy, and I’ve already sent you to support her. But since she’s only thanking you, not me, I don’t see a need to step in.” He paused, then added lazily, “Though I noticed I have an inspection scheduled at Li City University soon. If that person makes a move against her, report it to me.” George stared at him, incredulous. Just admit you want to keep an eye on Madam yourself. Who do you think you’re fooling? He couldn’t help but silently complain in his heart. President Gavin, you barely visit Li City University once a year, yet ever since Madam started teaching there, it seems like you’ve made more trips to the university than to your own office. With a disgruntled huff, George thought to himself, Hmph! Who’s the one being obvious here? … A few days later, the Sinclair family faced a major crisis as two major collaboration projects were suddenly canceled. This left the family in a dire situation, forcing Mr Sinclair to seek help from anyone willing to listen. Even Brandon, the so-called future son-in-law of the Sinclair family, threw himself into the effort, trying to salvage the situation. Yet, despite all their efforts, nothing seemed to work. Meanwhile, Liza, completely unaffected by the family’s troubles, sat quietly with her thoughts. Her fingers lightly brushed against the pistol concealed in her bag, her mind replaying George’s peculiar claim about being an adjutant. Something about his story didn’t add up. Intrigued, she hacked into a classified database, scouring the records of retired adjutants, only to come up empty-handed. There wasn’t a single mention of anyone named George. Her suspicions deepened. Perhaps George had assumed she wouldn’t understand the significance of what he had said, believing it safe to mislead her. What he didn’t count on was her extensive knowledge of such matters. The fact that even she couldn’t uncover his identity suggested that George was more than he appeared—a man cloaked in mystery. And yet, this enigmatic figure willingly served as Gavin’s assistant. Then there was the pistol. It wasn’t just any weapon; it was a modified, high-grade piece, something most elite families could only dream of acquiring. Yet Gavin had handed it to her casually, as if it were no more valuable than a bag of groceries. This spoke volumes. Either the pistol was insignificant to him, or Gavin’s resources and influence rendered it trivial. Liza’s lips curved into a faint smile. The man she had impulsively married seemed far more complex and intriguing than she had initially thought. His identity demanded investigation. What kind of man could treat such a rare and dangerous item as nothing more than a trinket? Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a panicked voice from nearby. “Who is that? Why are they covered in injuries?” someone exclaimed. Startled, Liza turned toward the entrance of the university, only to see a bloodied woman staggering toward her in a crazed state. The woman lunged forward, her voice trembling with desperation. “Miss Liza! Please, I’m begging you! Don’t do this to me! I’m still young—I can’t lose my job! I have elders to care for and children to feed. Please, have mercy!”Liza froze, staring at the disheveled figure in confusion. Who was this woman? A small crowd of students gathered nearby, whispering among themselves. “Isn’t that a teacher from the design department? What happened to her?” one student asked, scratching his head. “I have no idea,” another replied. “But why is she begging Liza for forgiveness? Did Liza do something to her?” The murmurs spread, and the students grew more animated. Ever since Liza had joined the university, there had been no shortage of drama. For them, this was just another entertaining spectacle to break the monotony of campus life. Liza’s eyes narrowed as she studied the bloodied woman. Despite wracking her brain, she couldn’t recall ever meeting her before. Who was this person, and why was she acting this way? The woman’s sobs grew louder. “Miss Liza, I was wrong—truly, I was! I shouldn’t have believed those nasty rumors about you on the forums. I’ll apologize for everything I’ve said and done. Please, just let me keep my job! I can’t afford to lose it.” Liza remained silent, her expression unreadable, as she tried to make sense of the situation. The scene unfolding before her was bizarre, and she couldn’t help but wonder who—or what—was behind this sudden display of hysteria.