Mr Sinclair's expression darkened as he folded his arms tightly. “Serena, you’re the only one who seems to understand the bigger picture. Now that things have escalated to this point, let’s see what Liza is capable of. We’ll attend the translation competition in two days, but I won’t allow her to disgrace the Sinclair Family any further!” Serena nodded, a sly smile curling her lips. “Of course, Dad. We’ll make sure of it.” 10 AM, Two Days Later The translation competition venue was already bustling with activity as attendees filed in, buzzing with anticipation. Today was no ordinary contest—it was the much-discussed showdown between Liza and the renowned master translator, Davis. The controversy surrounding Liza, whom Davis had accused of cheating on social media, had sparked widespread interest. Spectators and netizens alike eagerly awaited the outcome. Multiple live streams were covering the event, and several journalists had been granted access to report on the high-profile duel. Not far from the venue, a sleek black car pulled to a stop. Inside, Gavin glanced at Liza with a faint smirk. “Mrs. Liza, are you certain you want to go in alone?” Liza could see the curiosity in his eyes. She knew Gavin well enough to know he had a soft spot for seemingly frail women. If he saw her commanding presence in the arena, he might be taken aback. Resolving to handle this on her own, she smiled sweetly and replied, “I’ll be fine. Just wait for my good news!” Gavin raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Alright, I’ll look forward to it.” With that, Liza stepped out of the car, her confidence unshaken. She had participated in the International Real-Time Translation Competition multiple times, and every time, she emerged victorious. This competition would be no different—Davis didn’t stand a chance against her. As Liza entered the venue, a familiar figure approached.“Sister! I thought you weren’t coming!” Serena, dressed in a pink princess-style gown and adorned with a sparkling crystal crown, greeted Liza warmly. Her saccharine smile was as false as the sincerity in her tone. Beside her stood Brandon, his eyes filled with disdain as he glanced at Liza. “Sister,” Serena began with an exaggerated look of concern, “it’s still not too late to reconsider. If things go poorly today, you know how angry Dad can get.” Her words were deliberately loud, catching the attention of those around them. A murmur of curiosity swept through the crowd. “Serena, who is she? Is she one of the contestants?” someone asked. The participants were well-acquainted with one another, yet Liza’s face was unfamiliar to them. Feigning hesitation, Serena glanced at the curious bystanders before introducing Liza with mock enthusiasm. “Oh, this is my elder sister, Liza.”A wave of shock rippled through the onlookers. “So, she’s the one who dared to challenge Mr. Davis! Isn’t this the woman who was accused of faking her earlier results?” “She has the nerve to show up after all that? Mr. Davis was even willing to let it go, but she insisted on dragging this out. How ungrateful!” Serena’s expression shifted into one of reluctant defense. “Please, don’t speak about her like that. My sister… she just…” She trailed off, as if struggling to find words to justify Liza’s actions. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “She knows how to translate, really! Please don’t misunderstand her.” Her performance worked like a charm, painting her as a kind-hearted sister desperately trying to protect Liza’s reputation. The crowd was swayed, many shaking their heads at what they saw as Serena’s unwarranted kindness. Liza, standing off to the side, couldn’t help but scoff internally. Has her ability to play the victim reached a professional level? She could win an award for this act.As Davis passed by Liza, his expression radiated arrogance, his chin tilted slightly upward in smug confidence. The live broadcast officially commenced, and the host’s voice boomed through the venue. “For the first round, we have Davis and Liza facing off!” The announcement drew a ripple of excitement from the crowd. Davis shot a disdainful glance at Liza, his confidence unshakable. In his mind, this competition was already decided. After all, he had acquired the test question beforehand and spent two full days crafting the “perfect” answer. How could a real-time translation from Liza possibly surpass his carefully rehearsed masterpiece? His plan was simple: utterly humiliate her. Once he claimed victory, he would ensure she publicly apologized and declared her permanent withdrawal from the world of translation. The challenge was unveiled—a complex English poem, rich with obscure vocabulary and intricate meanings. Contestants were given only ten minutes to translate it into a version that was not only accurate but also elegant and evocative. The crowd buzzed with murmurs of approval. They had no doubts about Davis’s ability, but Liza? She was seen as hopelessly out of her depth. Davis wasted no time. With a flourish, he completed his translation and submitted it. The audience erupted into enthusiastic applause. “Mr. Davis is incredible!” “To translate such a challenging poem so quickly—he truly is one of the nation’s finest translators!” “Poetry is already so difficult to interpret, and this particular one has never been translated before. Yet, Mr. Davis finished it in just a few minutes!” “That Liza doesn’t stand a chance. This is going to be humiliating for her!” “Look at her, pretending to be calm. I bet she can’t even understand the poem, let alone translate it. Who does she think she is, challenging Mr. Davis?”Standing with Serena, Brandon’s face darkened in disapproval. He turned to Liza and scoffed, “Just admit defeat already. Stop embarrassing yourself and Serena. You’ve spent your whole life in the countryside; it’s obvious you’ve never studied English seriously. Why bother pretending?” He continued, his tone dripping with disdain. “Serena has been losing sleep and skipping meals because of you. How can you be so selfish, dragging her down like this?” Amid the swirling criticisms and mocking voices, Liza remained unshaken. Slowly, she raised her gaze, her eyes locking onto Davis with a calm yet piercing intensity. This is what they call a great translator? she thought, her lips curling ever so slightly in disdain. How utterly ignorant.