"Here’s what we can do," Brandon proposed thoughtfully. "In a few days, I’ll talk to your father about formalizing his marriage to your mother. They can have the wedding as soon as possible. That way, you’ll officially be recognized as the Sinclair Family’s eldest daughter in the public eye.” For years, Mr Sinclair had avoided marrying Madam Victoria due to the terms of Liza’s mother’s will. The document clearly stated that if Mr Sinclair remarried before Liza officially took over the company, he would lose his current position and the shares he held. This stipulation left Madam Victoria in an ambiguous position in the family, without the title of wife, and Serena’s status was equally tenuous. Although the Sinclair Family had previously declared Serena to be their eldest daughter before Liza’s return, it was merely for appearances. There was no legal or official basis for the claim. Brandon felt his plan was flawless. With Liza out of the picture and the Sinclair Corperation firmly under Mr Sinclair’s control, it was the perfect time for Madam Victoria to gain recognition as his wife. This would solidify Serena’s position within the family and the public eye. Serena gave him a soft smile and leaned gently against his chest. “Brother Brandon, you’re so good to me,” she murmured, her voice tinged with gratitude. “I don’t even know how to thank you.” Brandon stroked her hair tenderly. “Silly girl,” he said, his tone affectionate, “it’s my responsibility to take care of you.” Serena lowered her gaze, a coy smile on her lips. As she did, a cunning glint flashed in her eyes. While her ultimate goal remained securing Gavin for herself, this opportunity to elevate her mother’s status—and, by extension, her own—was too valuable to pass up. Once her mother became the official wife of Mr Sinclair, Serena would truly become the Sinclair Family’s eldest daughter, legally and socially. With that title in hand, she could then claim the inheritance left behind by Liza’s late mother. …Upstairs, Liza followed Gavin, her curiosity piqued by his mention of a reward. Though Gavin often had a flair for dramatics, when he labeled something as a "reward," it usually meant it was extraordinary—something rare and highly sought after. Her anticipation grew as Gavin walked to a desk, picked up a leather folder, and handed it to her casually. “Here, this is your reward.” Eagerly, Liza opened the folder and pulled out the document inside. However, as her eyes scanned the contents, her excitement faltered, and she nearly choked in disbelief. “Cough, cough—are you kidding me?” It was an official invitation to an international real-time translation competition. This wasn’t just any competition; it was an elite, invite-only event where participants were handpicked by influential figures in the linguistic world. To be invited was an acknowledgment of exceptional skill, as the participants represented the reputation of their nominators. But to the outside world, Liza was an ordinary woman with a modest background. Most people assumed she barely spoke English fluently, let alone possessed the advanced skills required for live translation. The idea of her competing would undoubtedly stir up ridicule. “You don’t want to participate?” Gavin asked, raising an eyebrow. Liza’s expression twisted into a mix of exasperation and confusion. “It’s not about whether I want to or not,” she muttered. “This will only bring me unnecessary trouble.” While Liza wasn’t afraid of challenges, she disliked attracting attention. She could already envision the backlash and public mockery that would erupt once news of her participation spread. Gavin tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Is it an issue of skill? If even last year’s champion isn’t qualified to join, then what’s the point of the competition?” Her heart skipped a beat. How did he know? How could Gavin possibly be aware that she was the reigning champion of the previous year’s competition? The thought sent her mind racing. Before she could ask, Gavin’s phone buzzed. He stepped out onto the balcony to take the call, leaving Liza alone with her swirling thoughts. Even her closest confidants, including her Albert, had no idea about her participation in last year’s competition, let alone her victory. It was something she’d done on a whim, hoping to fill her time with a challenge. Back then, her age and unassuming demeanor had invited skepticism. Other participants openly doubted her capabilities, dismissing her as an amateur unworthy of standing beside them. Their disdain ignited a stubborn determination within Liza. If they questioned her skills, she would prove them wrong—and she did. Her unexpected triumph as the champion had stunned everyone, solidifying her reputation as one of the most formidable competitors in the competition’s history. She’d become a symbol of perseverance and talent, inspiring countless others to believe in their abilities despite criticism.Sitting in the study, Liza scratched her head, trying to piece it all together. Perhaps she’d misheard Gavin earlier? Maybe he wasn’t suggesting she was the champion but was simply using the title as an encouragement? That had to be it, she reasoned. After all, there was no way Gavin could have known about her participation—right?