Solivair’s son… Finley. Ashley’s eyes flashed with a cold glint of murder. But Finley, too used to being the center of female attention, didn’t notice it at all. Seeing Ashley staring at him so intently, he immediately thought he had figured everything out. Ah… so this was just a clever act to catch my attention. A little scheme to make herself stand out. He had to admit—she had succeeded. She had caught his attention. A girl with some depth to her, huh? Realizing this, Finley’s displeasure faded instantly. His lips curled into a smile. He even adjusted his clothes slightly, smoothing out any wrinkles before putting on his signature gentlemanly demeanor—the one he was convinced was his most attractive. The reaction was instant. A wave of low, excited gasps spread through the crowd. "Mr. Tremo is so handsome!!" "Every time I see him, I get completely swept away by his charm!" "That smile—it’s healing! Just looking at him makes me feel warm inside." "He really is our Prince Charming! So elegant, so gentle…" "I think he smiled at me just now! He definitely smiled at me!!!" Hearing the whispers of admiration, Finley’s confidence swelled. He hadn’t bothered to look into Arthur’s engagement. If he had, he might have recognized Ashley. But as it was, he had no idea who she really was.Meanwhile, Henry, seeing that Finley had finally arrived, struggled to his feet with the help of his lackeys. Despite his throbbing back pain, he limped toward Finley as fast as he could, all while putting on his best pitiful victim act. As he hobbled forward, he began his exaggerated sob story. "Mr. Tremo! This filthy woman had the audacity to insult you! Even after hearing your name, she still refused to respect me! She completely disregarded your status!!!" Henry’s voice trembled with righteous indignation. "Mr. Tremo, I never expected that even here, at Governance University, there would be people who fail to respect you! I wasn’t even thinking of myself—this isn’t about me! It’s you she was looking down on! I tried to stand up for your honor, but she attacked me!" His eyes even turned slightly red toward the end, his voice choking with emotion. Truly, an award-worthy performance. But Finley barely spared him a glance. Instead, he turned to the gathered students, his voice smooth and composed. "Everyone, please tell me the truth." His words carried a sense of fairness and authority. "Who really started this?" His voice was like a warm breeze—pleasant, reassuring, making people instinctively want to trust him. And for his devoted fans, it was a deadly combination. "Oh my God, Mr. Tremo is so handsome!" "He’s so just! He’s not even blindly taking Henry’s side!" "That girl is so lucky! Mr. Tremo is actually standing up for her!" "Next time, I have to try this! I mean, how else am I supposed to get him to notice me?" "Wait… do you think she planned this? It’s so hard to even see Mr. Tremo, but she caused a scene, and suddenly, he’s here.""You know… you might be onto something! I need to remember this for later!" The girls completely derailed from the actual issue. The guys, unable to take it anymore, finally spoke up. "Mr. Tremo, Henry was the one who started this! He blocked the girl’s way for no reason and insulted her first!" "Yeah! She told him to move, and instead, he demanded she apologize!" "In the end, he even tried to hit her!" "A grown man trying to hit a girl—absolutely shameless!" "She was lucky to react fast enough. She flipped him over just before he could land a hit! That’s the only reason she didn’t get hurt!" The murmuring of the crowd grew louder, with nearly all of them siding with Ashley. Of course, the real reason so many people spoke up? Most of them had suffered under Henry’s abuse of power. Now that there was a chance to see him punished by Finley, they weren’t about to let it slip by. As for the one sentence Ashley had said—"A master raises the kind of dog he deserves"—the crowd had conveniently chosen to ignore that part. Finley, after listening to the many voices speaking at once, slowly pieced together what had happened. Then—he turned to Henry. His gaze was sharp—dangerously sharp. Henry felt a chill crawl up his spine. Panic flooded his system as he hurried to explain. "No! That’s not what happened! She disrespected you first! I couldn’t stand for that, so I tried to discipline her! But I never actually hit her! She was the one who threw me down! Mr. Tremo, look! My clothes—my back! I was practically dragged through the dirt!" As he spoke, he desperately twisted around, trying to show off the dust-covered fabric on his back—proof of his suffering.