The moment Davis announced Liza’s name, he believed it would seal her fate. She would be exposed and face expulsion, and he took pride in orchestrating what he saw as her downfall. After all, in his eyes, Liza had cheated and deserved to face severe consequences. With a self-satisfied smirk, Davis turned to Serena, his tone dripping with approval. “This is all thanks to you, Serena. Instead of shielding your sister, you had the courage to expose her wrongdoing and help her confront her mistake. Only someone as noble and upright as you is worthy of being my student.” Before Serena could respond, Lady Sinclair beamed with pride. Her voice was filled with disdain for Liza as she praised Serena. “Mr. Davis, our Serena has always been superior to that wild girl. Serena is the pride of the Sinclair Family! Tonight, I’ll personally cook for you to celebrate. As for that disgraceful bastard, she should stay here and apologize to the entire university!” Serena lowered her head, putting on an act of heartbreak and sympathy. “Sister, even if your English isn’t strong, I could’ve helped you improve. Why did you have to resort to cheating? It’s disappointing… But since you’ve admitted your mistake, it shows you regret your actions. I’m willing to help you in the future.” Liza’s eyes turned cold, her expression unwavering as she stared at Serena. The faint smirk on her lips betrayed her mockery. Without a word, she calmly picked up the microphone. Just then, the school’s broadcast tone sounded, signaling the end of class. But instead of the usual announcements, Liza’s voice echoed across the campus, calm and confident. “Hello, everyone. I’m Liza from Class 3 of the fashion design department.” A murmur rippled through the students. Confusion painted their faces as they listened. Her voice continued, steady and composed. “Today, the renowned translator Davis visited our university. My sister, Serena, claimed that I’ve never studied English and accused me of cheating on my translation paper. Mr. Davis reviewed my work and decided that I was guilty of academic dishonesty.” The crowd was stunned. “Cheating? Liza?” Students from the English department were the first to react. Their disbelief was palpable. “Who’s accusing her of cheating?” one student asked incredulously. “We’ve all read the paper she translated! Just looking at her choice of words and the quality of her work—who could she have copied from? No one in our department could match her!” Another chimed in, their voice firm. “Exactly! I’ve read her paper, and I’ll never agree to this accusation. It’s absurd!” Even the class monitor from Liza’s department looked bewildered. “I’ve seen her work too. There’s no way she cheated!” Meanwhile, Professor , a respected faculty member in the English department and one of the organizers of the translation competition, frowned in confusion. “Cheating? That’s impossible. Liza’s skill level is evident, and she’s proven her ability time and again. This accusation makes no sense. I need to investigate this before Davis makes a mistake.” In the chancellor’s office, Davis was still reveling in his supposed victory. His mind raced with plans to spin the incident into a public spectacle. He envisioned headlines praising him as the moral compass of the industry—a figure who exposed dishonesty and guided students back to the right path. He imagined crafting a narrative where Liza, under his wise counsel, admitted her guilt, further solidifying his reputation. Whether Liza faced expulsion or public disgrace didn’t matter to him. In his eyes, she deserved whatever came her way. Liza’s calm yet cutting voice broke through the tension. “Mr. Davis believes I cheated, and both he and my sister are demanding that I apologize to the entire university.” Serena’s lips curled into a small, smug smile. Fight me? What a joke! she thought to herself. As long as Liza was branded a cheater, she would lose her chance to inherit the Sinclair Family’s legacy. Her reputation would be ruined, and no respectable university would ever associate with her again. It doesn’t matter if she’s the eldest daughter of the Sinclair Family, Serena mused. She’ll still end up disgraced. Only I, Serena, am worthy of being the true daughter of this family. With a silent satisfaction, Serena waited for Liza to fall from grace. But then, Liza raised her voice, clear and resolute. “But I didn’t cheat!” she declared, her words striking like thunder. “I don’t understand why Mr. Davis and my sister are so insistent that I did—especially when they have no evidence. And yet, they want my results revoked?” The smug expressions on Serena and Davis’s faces instantly vanished. Liza turned her sharp gaze toward Davis. “Mr. Davis, as a professional translator, you hold significant authority. Accusing me of cheating is easy for someone in your position, but such claims would ruin my reputation for life. Just because you hold power doesn’t mean every word you say is true. If you want to accuse me, where is your evidence?” “You—!” Davis stammered, his face reddening with anger. He hadn’t expected Liza to confront him so directly. Unfazed, Liza maintained her calm demeanor. “Mr. Davis,” she continued firmly, “you have no evidence to support your accusation. But I can prove my innocence.” She straightened, her voice clear and precise as it echoed across the university’s speakers. “I’ll take the test again!” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Serena’s confidence faltered, her expression tightening in disbelief. Davis’s rage boiled over, his voice trembling with indignation. “Liza! Who do you think you are to demand such things? What evidence do I need to prove you cheated? If you continue this nonsense, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!” Liza tilted her head slightly, her tone even and unshaken. “Then show me the evidence.” His composure slipped further, and he blurted out, “How could someone like you—a country bumpkin—be so skilled at translation? It’s impossible!” The implication was clear. The Sinclair Family had painted her as someone who had never studied English, making her flawless translation seem too good to be true. But his words betrayed his weakness—he had no proof. Liza’s gaze was cold, her voice calm yet cutting. “So you admit you have no evidence. But I can prove my skills. Are you afraid, Mr. Davis? Afraid that my work surpasses yours? Is that why you’re unwilling to face the truth?” Her words reverberated through the university, sparking admiration among the students. “That’s amazing!” someone whispered. “Liza is incredible!” another exclaimed. Pride replaced skepticism as the crowd began to rally behind her. Liza had turned the situation around with her composure and confidence, leaving both Davis and Serena reeling.