[How horrifying! She tried to sell her own sister to human traffickers? That’s beyond cruel!] [It’s like one of those stories where the kind-hearted person gets betrayed by the very person they helped. Serena treats Liza so well, protecting her even now, but Liza doesn’t care at all! She’s probably waiting for Serena to disappear so she can have everything to herself!] [There’s no way Liza isn’t a mistress. How else could she have risen to fame as an international designer after growing up in the countryside? It’s obvious her title is inflated. She probably owes her success to some rich man footing the bill.] Judith grinned as she liked every comment dragging Liza, using an alternate account to fuel the fire. Switching back to her main account, she pulled out her phone to show the damning posts to the students gathered around her. “Look at this,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. “Liza grew up in the countryside. How could she possibly know anything about design? From what I heard, her grades were terrible even in a rural school with limited resources. How does someone like that magically become a renowned designer? The answer’s obvious—she’s had a string of wealthy men supporting her, throwing money at her career to make her look accomplished.” Judith shook her head dramatically, her expression feigning righteous indignation. “I’m not saying this to insult people from the countryside or those who are struggling financially. But being poor doesn’t mean you have to abandon your principles! Liza has clearly chosen the easy way out—selling her dignity for money. I can’t stand the thought of someone like her teaching in our department. I’m heading to the chancellor’s office right now to demand that she be fired!” Her words, brimming with self-righteousness, stirred the crowd. Many of the students, already influenced by the forum posts, nodded in agreement. Amid the growing tension, Serena remained quietly composed, though a flicker of satisfaction shone in her eyes. She quickly masked her true emotions, stepping forward with a hesitant voice. “P-Please don’t do this,” she urged. “You’ll ruin my sister’s future. It’s taken her so much effort to get where she is today…” Her pleading tone, paired with her fragile expression, tugged at the students’ sympathy. To them, Serena appeared selfless, still trying to defend her sister despite everything. Inwardly, though, Serena felt a surge of triumph. She had orchestrated everything, from the anonymous forum posts to the doctored evidence. Now, as chaos swirled, she could sit back and play the victim, all while ensuring Liza’s reputation was destroyed. By feigning support for her sister, she not only avoided suspicion but also gained admiration for her supposed kindness. Li City University’s forum allowed anonymous postings, protected by a security system reportedly enhanced by hackers. Once something was posted anonymously, it was almost impossible to trace. Confident that no one could link the posts back to her, Serena was certain Liza wouldn’t recover from this scandal. Soon, the once-celebrated designer would be nothing more than a disgraced figure, ridiculed by everyone. Just as Serena was basking in her silent victory, movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. She quickly adjusted her expression, replacing her smugness with a look of concern. Rushing forward, she spoke in a voice filled with feigned worry, “Sister, what are you doing here? Have you heard about the posts on the forum? Please don’t let it upset you—I believe in you! I know you’d never do something like that. You’d never sell yourself for money.” The crowd, noticing Serena’s reaction, turned to follow her gaze. Their eyes landed on Liza, who stood not far away, her expression calm yet unreadable. … Ten minutes earlier, Liza had been sitting in the small garden on campus, her chin resting on her hand, casually scrolling through the university forum. Her gaze landed on a thread featuring the photo of Old Wang dropping her off at the university. The image, taken from an angle that made the situation appear suspicious, clearly captured the moment she stepped out of the car. Her thoughts briefly drifted back to the glint of light she had noticed behind the large tree earlier. It was no coincidence—someone had deliberately orchestrated this. Liza smirked. If someone wanted to play games with her, she was more than ready to return the favor—harder and smarter. The online world? That was her turf. Pulling out her laptop, she set to work with practiced precision. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, effortlessly bypassing the forum’s firewall and gaining access to its command system. With a few carefully executed commands, she made a critical adjustment. The anonymity of Li City University’s forum vanished. Every user who had posted or commented anonymously now had their real names, student ID numbers, and courses revealed. Popular accounts, anonymous users—none were spared. Their identities were now out in the open for all to see.Liza closed her laptop with a satisfied click. Her lips curved into a sly smile. "Let’s see how brave you all are now that your real names are attached," she thought. Unaware of what had just unfolded online, the group in front of her continued their self-righteous chatter. Serena, ever the actress, stepped forward, her expression a mixture of fake concern and sorrow. “Sister, I’m so sorry,” Serena said, her tone dripping with false sincerity. “I tried to stop my classmates, but they’re determined to report you to the chancellor. They claim you’re unfit to be a teacher. But don’t worry—I’ll always stand by you. I believe you wouldn’t stoop so low as to become someone’s mistress for money.” Liza’s lips curled into a faint, amused smile, as if she had just heard an entertaining joke. Her eyes glinted with something sharp. “Really, Sister? Do you actually believe me? Or are you setting me up again?” Serena’s face contorted into an expression of wounded innocence. “Sister, how could you say that? Of course, I believe you! I’m your sister. Who else would I trust if not you?” Before Serena could continue her performance, a ripple of commotion spread through the crowd. Murmurs and gasps filled the air as students stared at their phones in disbelief. The official university forum was no longer anonymous. Real names now accompanied every post and comment, leaving everyone exposed. Chaos erupted as people scrambled to process what had just happened. Those who had confidently posted accusations or harsh comments were now panicking, their identities revealed for everyone to see. Liza, standing tall amidst the confusion, remained calm and composed, a quiet confidence radiating from her. The game had changed, and Liza was now in control.