Liza paid no mind to Mason’s grumbling and silently tucked away the silver needles,. “Do you really not know why Teacher never gave you the silver needles?” Since childhood, both she and Mason had trained under their teacher’s strict guidance. While they had both been energetic as children, Mason had always taken his mischief to the next level. One time, he had secretly taken one of their teacher’s prized silver needles and—without any forethought—jabbed it into his own arm. The resulting pain had sent him wailing, tears streaming down his face. Liza couldn’t help but wonder if that incident had left some lasting damage, given his seemingly dim-witted behavior now. Hearing her bring up that humiliating memory, Mason’s face darkened, and he pouted in frustration. “If you don’t want me touching them, just say so. No need to bring up the past,” he muttered, clearly annoyed. Grabbing a slice of apple from the fruit platter on the table, he changed the subject. “Anyway, I have to remind you of something. I don’t know why you’ve been holding back on the Sinclair family, but you should know—once Teacher wraps up his current work, he’s coming to Li City. And if he finds out you haven’t dealt with the Sinclair family yet, he’ll probably take matters into his own hands.” Liza was no stranger to the lengths her teacher and master would go to protect her. They had always treated her like a cherished family member. The silver needles alone were proof of her teacher’s care, sent because he’d simply heard she wasn’t having an easy time in Li City. If he learned the full extent of the Sinclair family’s schemes against her, there was little doubt he’d intervene—and not gently. “Honestly, Liza, I don’t get it. Why haven’t you gone after the Sinclair family yet?” Mason asked, his tone tinged with genuine curiosity. Liza’s lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. “Haven’t you heard the saying? If you want to utterly destroy someone, you first need to let them lose control of themselves.”Her calm demeanor didn’t falter as she continued, “Besides, we live in a society governed by laws. Acting rashly and resorting to violence would only reflect poorly on me, and that’s not my style.” Mason stared at her, unconvinced. “Yeah, right,” he mumbled under his breath, though he knew better than to challenge her directly. Liza could tell he was genuinely concerned, but when it came to the Sinclair family… “They still serve a purpose,” she said, her voice dropping slightly. Her elegant eyes glimmered with a cold light as she added, “Years ago, my mother was killed by Mr Sinclair and Victoria. I don’t intend to let them get away with it. I want the world to see their true faces and understand the extent of their crimes.” However, the years that had passed since then had erased much of the evidence, making it difficult to piece together a solid case. This meant she needed time—time to uncover the truth and present it in a way no one could refute.“Also…” Her voice softened slightly, and an older, familiar figure came to mind. “My second uncle has always been kind to me. He’s soft-hearted and wouldn’t take it well if I openly went after the Sinclair family. It would hurt him deeply.” Mason nodded slowly, recalling the few occasions he’d met Liza’s second uncle. The man had indeed treated her with genuine care, but his indecisive nature often held him back. “By the way,” Liza suddenly began, her tone calm yet purposeful, “I need access to the student records of Li City University from twenty years ago. You can get those, right?” Mason was about to agree instinctively when he paused, remembering something. His expression shifted, and he folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you know Gavin? Why not ask him instead?” Liza froze, her usually sharp retort absent. Her silence amused Mason, and he smirked. “Come on, spill it. What’s going on between you and Gavin? George mentioned you two are married—when did that happen? How come I didn’t know?”“…I have somewhere else to be,” Liza said curtly, clearly avoiding the topic. She knew better than to elaborate. If Mason learned that her marriage to Gavin was a spur-of-the-moment arrangement and purely transactional, he’d waste no time informing their teacher and master. The fallout from that would be nothing short of chaotic. Meanwhile, in the chancellor’s office, the air was thick with tension. Gavin leaned back in his chair, idly swirling the tea in his cup, his tone deceptively casual yet sharp. “So, Chancellor , is handling this small matter really such a challenge for you?” Chancellor wiped the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his voice trembling slightly. “President Gavin, it’s not that I don’t want to assist you, but disciplining students without solid grounds could lead to serious backlash. It’s difficult to justify such actions to the public…” Before he could continue, George stepped forward, adjusting his glasses with practiced precision. He handed over a document, his expression calm but authoritative. “Here’s the evidence from our investigation into the forum incident.” Chancellor quickly flipped through the file, sneaking wary glances at Gavin. The situation baffled him. Why would someone as influential as President Gavin take interest in what seemed like a minor university dispute? Chancellor hesitated. “President Gavin… While it’s clear that Serena’s actions were improper, there’s no definitive proof that the post she made contains false information. Without concrete evidence, we can’t label it as rumor-mongering. Moreover, the student body is overwhelmingly against Liza teaching in the design department. If we act without caution, the backlash could harm the university’s reputation.” George, ever observant, caught the chancellor’s nervousness and offered a slight smile. “Chancellor , I may have omitted a key detail. Miss Liza recently registered her marriage with President Gavin. She’s now part of the Stone family, her name officially listed in our household register. The car that brought her to campus this morning? That was the Stone family’s chauffeur.” He paused, letting the words sink in, before continuing with a polite but pointed tone. “If you have doubts, I can call the driver here. You’re welcome to confirm his identity yourself.” The Chancellor face turned ashen as the realization struck. His legs buckled, and he stumbled to the floor in panic. His voice quivered as he stammered, “I… I understand. I’ll take care of it immediately!” The weight of Gavin’s unexpected connection to Liza sent shockwaves through his mind. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined such a relationship.