Gavin’s voice was calm but held a teasing edge as he asked, “Miss Audrey, how do you find my cooking?” Audrey’s throat tightened as she swallowed the bite without chewing, forcing a smile through the discomfort. “It’s... delicious,” she managed, her voice wavering. Gavin raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Miss Audrey, you have such refined taste. It’s a pity Liza doesn’t seem to appreciate it as much.” Audrey bit her lip, her pride taking a hit. Forcing a look of determination, she reached for her chopsticks again, her hand trembling slightly. Despite her internal struggle, she smiled awkwardly and forced herself to take another bite. “I enjoy everything made by Brother Gavin,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction. Determined to prove her dedication, Audrey kept eating, bite after torturous bite, convincing herself it was worth it to show she was more sensible and appreciative than Liza. Gavin’s gaze never wavered, a faint smile lingering on his face as he watched her struggle. Gradually, Audrey, who had looked so delicate moments ago, managed to finish two full plates of food. Liza, who had been quietly observing, couldn’t hide her astonishment. Her eyes widened as she thought, How is this even possible? Someone as frail as Audrey just ate two plates of that?! Gavin nodded in approval. “Miss Audrey seems to enjoy my cooking a lot. Since you’re so enthusiastic, don’t let anything go to waste.” With that, he stood up, taking Liza’s hand in his own. “We’re full, so we’ll be heading upstairs now.” Liza blinked in surprise but didn’t resist as he guided her away. Once they were out of earshot, Liza couldn’t help but marvel at Gavin’s tactics. His calm demeanor and strategic methods had completely disarmed Audrey. She silently admitted to herself, This man really knows how to deal with troublemakers. Back in their room, Gavin’s expression softened as he sent a quick text message to his assistant, George: [Handle the person who dared to bully my wife.] It didn’t take long for George to respond with unwavering loyalty: [Understood. Anyone bold enough to offend Mrs. Liza must be tired of living.] Meanwhile, elsewhere, Davis’s phone rang unexpectedly. His face turned pale as he answered, sensing trouble. “What’s going on? I’ve poured all my resources into this event—why is it suddenly being canceled?” he demanded, his voice laced with frustration. The man on the other end of the line replied coldly, “Mr. Davis, perhaps you should reflect on your actions. Think carefully about who you’ve offended.” Davis’s chest tightened. “I don’t recall offending anyone. Can you tell me what this is about?” The voice on the line softened but carried a note of fear. “President ’s assistant contacted us directly. That’s all you need to know.” The phone slipped slightly in Davis’s grip as his legs gave out, and he sank to the ground. Presidnet Gavin? The realization hit him like a truck. He racked his brain, trying to recall when he might have crossed Gavin. Then it dawned on him: Gavin was a board member of Li City University. This had to be about Liza. Davis’s thoughts spiraled. Gavin must believe I wronged Liza, and now he’s using his power to retaliate. If I don’t act quickly, I’m ruined. Determined to salvage his situation, Davis clenched his fists. I’ll shift the blame entirely onto Liza. I’ll make it clear that any damage to the university’s reputation is her fault, not mine. … The following morning, as Liza descended the stairs, curiosity got the better of her. “Where’s Audrey?” she asked. The butler replied promptly, “Miss Audrey started vomiting and experiencing severe diarrhea late last night. It seems she may have caught a cold, so we sent her back to the Torres Famiky.” Liza blinked and turned her gaze toward Gavin. Her expression said it all: A cold? She resisted the urge to laugh out loud. More like she was poisoned! Gavin’s culinary skills were clearly not of this world, bordering on biochemical warfare. It was no surprise that Audrey wouldn’t dare step foot into Longwan Residential again after such an ordeal. For someone who prided herself on being a glamorous beauty, vomiting and diarrhea in someone else’s home was utterly humiliating. Liza mused silently, If this ever gets out, where will Audrey place her pride as the esteemed daughter of the Torres Famiky? Just as she was lost in thought, the butler turned to her with a puzzled expression. “Young Madam, I heard that you dined with Miss Audrey last night. Perhaps she ate something that didn’t agree with her? What exactly did you have?” Caught off guard, Liza froze for a moment before stealing a glance at Gavin. She couldn’t very well tell the butler that Gavin’s cooking might have been the culprit—it was far too awkward to admit. Quickly gathering her thoughts, she replied, “Oh, we just ordered some takeaway. Miss Audrey wasn’t feeling well, so she didn’t eat much. As you can see, the two of us are perfectly fine.” The butler nodded in agreement, frowning slightly. “Takeout, you say? It’s better to avoid that restaurant in the future. Their food quality must be terrible if it made Miss Audrey so sick. These days, it seems like anyone thinks they can be a chef! Miss Audrey’s body is quite delicate, but fortunately, both you and Young Master are unharmed.” Gavin, who had been silently observing, pressed his lips into a thin line. A flicker of annoyance passed through his eyes. Should I dock the butler’s salary for this comment? Liza had just taken a seat and was preparing to enjoy her breakfast when her phone buzzed with an incoming call. “Albert?” she answered. Her brother’s voice was hurried. “Liza, something’s up! Davis just made a post on social media!” Liza’s brows furrowed. “Davis? What nonsense is he up to now?” After hanging up, she immediately opened social media, her feed flooded with messages and comments. Her eyes quickly scanned the trending topic, and she clicked on Davis’s post. As she read, a cold smile crept onto her lips. This man really has no shame. Davis’s post read: [Davis]: During the recent translation test at Li City University, a student blatantly cheated. When I confronted her, she admitted her mistake and apologized to the entire university. Out of fairness, I allowed her to retake the exam and personally set the questions to ensure transparency.[However, instead of reflecting on her actions, this student stole the questions and cheated again during the retake! This is a gross violation of integrity—cheating twice is unacceptable!] The comment section was ablaze with reactions: [First Comment]: I’m a student at Li City University, and I remember hearing about this. The girl did apologize—seems like the cheating rumors are true.] [Another Comment]: Liza... something? Who is she?] Liza let out a low chuckle as she scrolled through the reactions. Davis, you’re digging your own grave by trying to play the victim here.