"Next is the impromptu debate. Contestants will present their arguments in English, and the topic is..." The host’s words stunned the audience: "English? Why wasn’t this mentioned before?" "Weren’t the previous contests held in Chinese? Why is it in English this year?" "Exactly, speaking English, how can domestic students compare to native speakers?" Adrian Grant sat in the first row of the special guest section, his eyes narrowing slightly. If it’s in English, and if Eleanor Winslow hadn’t been better at English than Chinese since childhood, this would be a very unfavorable sudden rule for her, potentially causing her to lose face in front of countless people! Who deliberately changed the rule? Amid the shocked discussions, Zoe Nash took the stage. Her presence was impressive, with a natural confidence from Western cultural immersion, combined with an Asian face’s intimacy, making her easily appealing to ambitious university students. The audience quickly quieted down, absorbed in Zoe Nash’s speech. Ten minutes later, thunderous applause followed her excellent performance. The host asked Zoe Nash, "Miss Nash, you’ve participated in many competitions and achieved great results, earning you a good reputation. What are your expectations coming to Aethelgard this time?" "I hope that if I win this competition, I can have Mr. Adrian Grant present the award to me!" Zoe Nash looked at Adrian Grant in the special guest section, her eyes seeming to sparkle like stars, "Mr. Grant is an outstanding figure among young businessmen, and I admire him greatly!" Many university students in the audience, with their keen gossip sensors, immediately started making noise. Unlike domestic girls who blush with embarrassment when teased, Zoe Nash stood under the spotlight, open and relaxed, like a sunny girl with no hidden thoughts. Such a demeanor could be simply her admiration for Adrian Grant or a young girl’s crush, making it indistinguishable and entirely blameless. Behind the curtain, Eleanor Winslow stood, peering through a gap that perfectly allowed her to see the man in the audience. Adrian Grant almost immediately looked back, his gaze meeting hers through the tiny gap. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Adrian Grant chuckled softly, as if easy-going. Zoe Nash looked at him expectantly. Adrian Grant sat with his legs crossed, leaning back relaxedly against the chair, and said, "I only present awards to the winners." The students’ teasing grew louder, and even the organizers and teachers couldn’t help but glance a few more times at Adrian Grant and Zoe Nash on stage. Some law school teachers who knew the inside story looked troubled. Isn’t this a slap in the face for their student Eleanor Winslow? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 The dean, unable to hold back his anger, walked over to Adrian Grant and whispered, suppressing his displeasure, "Mr. Grant, you and Student Winslow... are divorced?" The word "divorced" was somewhat difficult to say. Adrian Grant’s expression turned a few degrees colder as he looked over. The dean noticed his displeasure and continued, "If you’re not divorced, and you’ve agreed to present awards to other girls, what would Winslow think?" The dean’s defense of Eleanor Winslow slightly improved Adrian Grant’s mood. He countered, "Are you so sure Winslow will lose?" The dean was taken aback. "Next, please welcome Eleanor Winslow from Aethelgard University!" the host announced. The audience’s reaction was noticeably lackluster, with murmurs: "Just the language part alone, how can domestic students compare to those who’ve spoken English since childhood?" "If she can’t even speak coherently, that would be embarrassing." "Oh, Eleanor Winslow is going to lose face!" Adrian Grant’s expression didn’t change at these words. Suddenly, his eyes brightened! —Eleanor Winslow took the stage. An authentic London accent came through the microphone, with rhythmic speech and an elegant yet relaxed demeanor that refreshed everyone, like watching a TED talk. Those ten minutes passed swiftly, akin to an audio-visual feast. "That’s all. Thank you." With Eleanor Winslow’s bow, her speech ended. The whole room was dead silent, with many in the audience still gaping, unable to react. After two seconds, applause thundered. The host asked Eleanor the same question, "Student Winslow, you truly surprised everyone! Do you have anything to say?" Eleanor Winslow held the microphone and calmly said, "I only speak with my strength." The youthful arrogance fiercely retaliated against Zoe Nash and the sudden rule change! Zoe Nash’s expression immediately turned unpleasant. A pronounced smile appeared on Adrian Grant’s face, usually calm and gentle, the smile reaching his eyes, carrying a bit of pride, as if showcasing something. —His little friend has always been excellent. The dean of the law school breathed a sigh of relief, realizing the situation and giving Adrian Grant a surreptitious glare. Why do young people make elders worry unnecessarily?! Am I a part of your play?! During the judging process, Eleanor Winslow moved to the waiting area. Zoe Nash’s expression was no longer as relaxed and confident as before, and her gaze toward Eleanor was full of disbelief. She whispered to Eleanor, "Your English... is excellent." Eleanor Winslow gave a courteous smile, "I thought you realized this on the cruise." Many people manage English in daily life, but struggle with formal, speech-like English; Zoe naturally assumed Eleanor was the latter. A hint of sarcasm flashed in Eleanor’s eyes, "Why, didn’t you tell your mommy that my English was good?" Zoe Nash turned pale, "How did you..." How did she know that the sudden language change was her mother’s doing? "Sorry, Eleanor..." Zoe Nash hung her head, her fingers intertwining apologetically, "My mommy didn’t mean to change the rules; she just loves me so much. It’s not aimed at you... It’s my fault, I should have stopped her..." Eleanor Winslow gave no reaction, finding Zoe Nash’s every word particularly grating. The judges announced the scores. Unsurprisingly, Eleanor Winslow led by one point, securing a total victory for Aethelgard University in both the team and individual competitions! Adrian Grant was not originally scheduled to present awards, but due to Zoe Nash’s earlier remarks, the school temporarily changed the award presenter to Adrian Grant. "Congratulations." Adrian Grant handed the trophy to Eleanor, adding in a voice only the two of them could hear, "—Mrs. Grant." The term startled Eleanor Winslow on stage, making her instinctively check her surroundings. Thankfully, none of her teammates noticed, and she exhaled in relief. Adrian Grant saw her sneaky demeanor and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. The next second, he recalled that she didn’t want people to know she was his wife, and his smile instantly froze. He looked up, just in time to meet Julian Jacobs in the audience wearing a work badge. Their eyes locked, and both saw intense coldness in each other’s gaze.