Everyone, please be quiet,” Patrick said. The students of Argrol University assumed he was about to praise Yvette and announce the competition results. The two speakers’ superiority was evident; a vote seemed unnecessary. Everyone saw Yvette had won, decisively.

Adjusting his tie, Patrick looked at Yvette on stage and asked, in an accusatory tone, “Ms. Zeller, your speech was impressive. However, I have a question.”

Yvette inclined her head slightly. “Go ahead,” she replied, her tone steady and confident.

The students were captivated by Yvette’s audacity. She clearly had reason to be proud. Patrick, known for being petty at Argrol University, often summoned students to his office for minor infractions, keeping them there for hours. Many students had been reprimanded, yet none dared confront him; everyone wanted to graduate smoothly.

Patrick paused, unable to lose his temper in front of so many students, but his expression darkened. “Ms. Zeller, you are as headstrong as ever. Was this speech truly written by you? You come from a rural background, your record shows a lack of basic education. How could you possibly speak Frixyia? And how could you give an off-the-cuff speech in just three days?”

Patrick’s sharp gaze was unsettling. Yvette met his gaze with coldness and impatience; the tension was palpable. Doubt crept into the students’ minds. A country girl mastering Frixyia seemed unbelievable. Influenced by Patrick’s insinuations, some began to harbor doubts.

“Mr. Williams is right; how could Yvette speak Frixyia?” “Indeed. Frixyia is difficult to learn.” “Let’s hear what Yvette has to say.”

Bonnie and John moved beside Yvette; Tobias joined them. The three silently supported her. Seeing the questioning, Andrew felt a surge of anger, but Jeremiah was quicker, striding toward Yvette.

Jeremiah possessed an air of nobility and aloofness. Students instinctively parted to create a path. Patrick attempted to admonish Jeremiah but froze under his icy stare. He understood Jeremiah was not to be trifled with.

“Let’s get some steaks,” Jeremiah said to Yvette, his voice deep and charming.

Andrew, glancing angrily at Patrick, said, “Yvette, let’s go. Let’s forget that old bastard!”

The students were taken aback by Jeremiah and Andrew’s handsome looks and striking fashion sense. Some girls glanced at their boyfriends with disdain. Andrew’s audacity in calling Patrick “old bastard” shocked everyone.

Winona’s jealousy grew. She couldn’t understand how Yvette, in just a few days, had met such exceptional men and friends, and gained the professors’ trust.

Sharon felt jealous yet relieved. With everyone’s attention diverted, she hoped to avoid apologizing.

Thinking of the steaks lifted Yvette’s spirits. “Frixyia is simple; I learned it young and reviewed it three days ago!”

This declaration stirred envy. Coming from Yvette, no one questioned it.

“Oh my god, do all talented people talk like this?” “I’m definitely a fan! She’s too cool!” “Imagine her memory!”

Students retrieved their banners and shouted, “Yvette, you’re a genius! You’re amazing!”

Yvette felt overwhelmed. Patrick was speechless.

“I’ve never heard Yvette has such a good memory!” Winona exclaimed. Silence fell.

Bonnie’s cheeks puffed with anger. “Winona, don’t think everyone’s blind. Yvette’s only been here a few days; it’s not surprising you don’t know her. You’re just afraid Sharon will apologize—you’re a hypocrite!”

Winona noticed the suspicious looks. Her carefully maintained image was shattered. She tried to cry.

“You’re not actually going to cry? Bonnie’s right; you’re a hypocrite. Yvette’s your sister, yet you don’t want her to do well,” someone said. Whispers erupted.

Sharon tried to sneak out, grateful for the distraction. But Yvette said, “Sharon, apologize to me.”

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Sharon. They understood her attempt to escape. Laughter erupted.

“I’m not apologizing! You’re just the daughter the Chambers family pulled from the countryside! Winona says your dad kicked you out! My dad’s friends with the head of the Lewis family, so you can’t force me!” Sharon shouted.

Even Emily felt embarrassed. Losing wasn’t shameful; Sharon’s behavior was.

“Sharon, just apologize. Losing isn’t shameful; acting like this is. I’m disappointed,” Emily urged.

Sharon remained defiant. Emily sighed and left, deeming Sharon unworthy of her concern.

“The Sullivan family? The Lewis family? I’ve never heard of them,” Andrew remarked, breaking the tension.