Liza’s gaze swept coldly over the room, completely ignoring the father-daughter duo as they continued their charade. Her attention focused sharply on Davis, her eyes piercing through his facade. “Mr. Davis,” she said with a chilling sneer, “you claim that I cheated. Then where’s your evidence?” Davis’s expression faltered. He avoided her gaze, his posture tense with guilt. Deep down, he knew Liza hadn’t cheated, but admitting that would mean acknowledging her talent—something his pride wouldn’t allow. As a veteran in the field, the thought of being overshadowed by someone so young, and a woman at that, was a blow his ego couldn’t withstand. What would people think of him, a so-called master, if they discovered that all his years of hard work were outshone by someone barely in her twenties? Before he could respond, Mr Sinclair slammed the table in anger, his voice roaring with indignation. “Shameful! How did a disgrace like you come from the Sinclair Family? You’ve not only tarnished our reputation but now you’ve come here to stir up even more trouble!” Liza’s lips curled into a disdainful smile. No proof, no justification—just baseless accusations. How quick he was to condemn his own daughter without a shred of evidence. For Mr Sinclair, maintaining appearances seemed far more important than standing up for the truth. He didn’t deserve the title of a father. Her disappointment with the Sinclair Family was nothing new, but moments like this solidified her indifference. To her, they were no longer family—just adversaries she had to deal with. “Sister,” Serena chimed in with her usual saccharine tone, her lips pressed into a delicate pout, “just apologize to Dad and Mr. Davis. As long as you sincerely admit your mistake, we’ll forgive you.” Liza scanned the room, her gaze lingering on each face. Every one of them had the same insincere expression, feigning concern while coercing her into admitting to something she didn’t do. She exhaled slowly, her eyes narrowing with resolve. Then, her voice sliced through the tension like a blade. “Mr. Davis, during my second test, both Professor and the chancellor were present. Even students from the English department testified to my abilities. Yet, you still accuse me of cheating?” Her tone sharpened, carrying an edge of mockery. “Ignoring their input is one thing. But what about the members of the International Translation Organization? Let’s settle this once and for all. How about we participate in the upcoming translation competition together? That should be proof enough. Or are you afraid?” Davis’s laugh was bitter and defensive. “You? Compete in the translation competition? Don’t make me laugh!” “What’s the matter, Mr. Davis?” Liza taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. “Afraid of being exposed in front of everyone? Fine then—today, I officially challenge you. Do you dare to compete with me?”Davis’s face drained of color, his confidence visibly crumbling. He didn’t respond, his silence betraying his apprehension. Mr Sinclair erupted again, his voice a mix of rage and disbelief. “Liza! You’re just an unruly girl from the countryside, just like your mother! And now you want to challenge Mr. Davis? Have you gone insane? If you continue blocking Serena’s path, I’ll make sure you disappear for good!” Before anyone could react further, the shrill ring of Davis’s phone interrupted the tense moment. He fumbled to answer it, his hands trembling. His expression quickly shifted to one of shock and panic as he read the messages flooding his screen. Netizens were lighting up the internet, and the system itself was straining under the traffic. One message, however, stood out above the rest. From the International Translation Organization: [Our headquarters acknowledges Miss Susanza’s exceptional translation skills. In response to the allegations against her, and at her request, we officially issue a challenge to Mr. Davis.] Liza’s message quickly followed: [I look forward to seeing Mr. Davis at the translation competition two days from now. @Davis] The online world exploded with activity. Netizens: !!! “She’s not backing down…” someone commented. “Is Liza challenging Davis directly?” another wrote. “She’s got guts!” In the opulent yet tense atmosphere of the Sinclair Family villa, Mr Sinclair’s face contorted in disbelief and anger. The news of the International Translation Organization supporting Liza felt like a slap across his face. How could this ungrateful child have such powerful allies? To him, there was only one explanation—she must have cheated. Yes, Serena’s claims had to be true.Meanwhile, the organization’s public defense of Liza sent waves of confusion through the room. To the Sinclair Family, it wasn’t a testament to her abilities but proof that she must have colluded with someone influential in the organization to shield herself from the fallout. The idea was infuriating and, to Mr Sinclair, deeply humiliating. Across the room, Liza remained calm and unbothered, her indifferent gaze scanning the faces of those before her. She spoke clearly, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Mr. Davis, I’ll see you at the competition in two days.” With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving the crowd stunned. Outside the villa, Liza’s expression shifted, her lips curving into a faint smirk as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a small recording device, satisfied with the day’s events. This visit had one purpose: to expose the true nature of those in the Sinclair Family and Davis. And now, armed with their ugly words, she would make sure none of them escaped accountability. Back inside, Davis tried to mask the panic that had momentarily gripped him. His confidence wavered, but he quickly reminded himself of his status. “She’s talented,” he admitted silently, “but she’s young—too young to pose a real threat to me.” His reputation as a master translator, with accolades from the International Real-Time Translation Competition, was something he believed gave him an unshakable edge. Judges respected his name, and that respect would undoubtedly influence the competition's results. But beneath his calm facade, fear lingered. The confrontation with Liza had unsettled him, and he couldn’t afford to let her confidence shake him further. “If I can’t beat her fairly, I’ll simply make sure she can’t compete,” he thought darkly. His smile returned, cold and calculated, as he left the room with a renewed sense of resolve.Back in the villa, Mr Sinclair finally snapped out of his stupor, his face reddening with fury. “That insolent girl! How dare she speak to me that way? What gives her the right to challenge someone of Davis’s stature? If she loses, the Sinclair Family’s dignity will be in shambles!” Serena, ever the picture of helplessness, sighed softly and stepped forward. “Dad, Sister is acting recklessly. She doesn’t understand the consequences of challenging Mr. Davis. I’m afraid this will make him despise our family.” Her voice trembled with apparent concern. “Mr. Davis had just agreed to take me as his disciple. Now, I’m sure that’s ruined. But that’s not the worst of it. I’m worried about you, Dad. You’ve done so much for this family, and now Sister’s impulsive actions could destroy everything you’ve built.” Her words were laced with just the right amount of worry and self-sacrifice, carefully framing Liza as the villain while presenting herself as the innocent victim caught in the crossfire. Mr Sinclair’s rage grew with every word, his mind already clouded with resentment for Liza. The thought of her jeopardizing the family’s reputation—and by extension, his own pride—was unbearable.