Jeanette Grant lowered her voice and cautiously asked, "Eleanor, did you have a fight with my third brother?" Eleanor Winslow looked at her in shock. How did this little brain figure it out? "Why are you looking at me like that?! Do you think I’m stupid and shouldn’t have noticed?" Jeanette Grant stomped her foot. "No, I didn’t, you’re talking nonsense." Eleanor Winslow denied firmly without changing her expression. Jeanette Grant pouted, "Did you have a fight with him or not?" Eleanor Winslow randomly chose a dessert shop, took Jeanette Grant inside to sit down. Eleanor Winslow spoke the truth, "It’s more serious than a fight." "Are you getting divorced?" Jeanette Grant couldn’t understand, "Why? My third brother is smart, generous, and handsome. Even though he’s somewhat gentlemanly on the surface but actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he’s not actually bad to people. Most men are trash, but he’s still better quality than those outside!" Eleanor Winslow: "..." Does your third brother know you’re praising him ? Jeanette Grant stirred the double-skin milk just brought by the waiter, "If you want a divorce, Grandpa won’t agree. Grandma likes you so much; she wouldn’t agree either." Eleanor Winslow nodded, "I know it’s not easy." But people need to make their efforts; you have to try first. This kind of life, three years, she’s had enough of it. After parting with Eleanor Winslow, Jeanette Grant called Adrian Grant angrily. "Third brother, you gave Mia Winslow a pigeon egg sapphire? Not giving one to Eleanor is one thing, but you didn’t give me one either, and you actually gave it to an outsider! No, I want one too!" She paused, and added pretentiously, "Cash is fine too!" Adrian Grant was working on some documents, just putting down his pen, and asked, "How’s Eleanor?" "Uh? She’s doing well." Jeanette Grant said while eating ice cream, "She seems to have money? The money she used your card to buy clothes; she transferred it to me." Eleanor Winslow accepted the clothes Jeanette Grant chose, but the money spent was fully transferred back to Jeanette Grant by Eleanor Winslow. "You took her money?" Adrian Grant’s brow twitched. "Yeah, she has her own money and doesn’t want to spend yours. Is there a problem? I really envy her!" Jeanette Grant thought if she also had that much money, she wouldn’t have to scrounge around for meals every day! Adrian Grant didn’t want to say another word to this troublesome sister and hung up the phone. Eleanor Winslow planned to confront Old Madam Grant at the Grant Family’s old residence the next day, but just as she was about to leave, she received a call from the school asking her to return for something urgent. The department head closed the office door and said, "Student Winslow, the direct admission slot is intended for Student Pearl Morgan." Eleanor Winslow’s mind stalled for two seconds, then she slowly realized that Pearl Morgan and she were in the same school, same major, but Pearl Morgan got into Aethelgard University as a music talent student with not very high academic scores. "If I’m not mistaken, Pearl Morgan’s academic performance, awards, and publications aren’t as good as mine. I don’t understand why the direct admission slot is given to Pearl Morgan." Eleanor Winslow had an impression of the top-ten ranked students in her major, and Pearl Morgan wasn’t among them. Eleanor Winslow was first in her grade’s GPA, had numerous national competition awards, three published papers in core journals, and two papers under review—making her the undisputed first in her department. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⟡fire.net "You’re mistaken." The department head handed over Pearl Morgan’s pre-printed profile to Eleanor Winslow, "Pearl Morgan’s GPA is only 0.2 points lower than yours, and she has currently published four papers. She also has more international awards than you, which gives her a higher comprehensive score for recommended exemption." Eleanor Winslow glanced at Pearl Morgan’s exemption resume. Those so-called international awards were either pay-to-win with considerable manipulation space, or they were art competitions for piano and violin, or suspected group events greased with water. Let’s put those aside for now. Eleanor Winslow pointed to the journals Pearl Morgan’s papers were published in, "Teacher, let’s not discuss the credibility of those awards for now. None of her journals are core journals, and they were all published in the past six months with all different research directions. As someone doing academics yourself, you should know what this implies?" A person’s experiences are limited; very few could publish four papers in six months with different research directions. An obvious person would see that it’s either hiring ghostwriters or buying journal placements! "Moreover, I distinctly remember that among the top ten GPA students, Pearl Morgan was not in it. Her actual GPA couldn’t possibly be just 0.2 points lower than mine." Being directly pointed out, the department head’s face turned sour, snapping, "Student Winslow, this is the department’s decision. We are informing you, not negotiating with you!" If the direct admission slot was given to the second or third-ranked right behind her, then fine; they all studied hard and earned it. But the department wants to give it to Pearl Morgan, who seemingly popped out of nowhere! Eleanor Winslow sneered, "Teacher, aren’t you afraid I’ll report you to the education bureau for this? We law students are best at wielding the weapon of the law to defend our legitimate rights." Her expression and tone were both very serious, making the department head believe she might actually go through with it. "This is outrageous!" The department head, enraged, slammed the table, "You’re a local from Aethelgard, right? Call your parents over! I’ll deal with them directly over this matter!" Weighing the pros and cons, coercion and enticement, these issues are more straightforward with parents than with fearless, headstrong students! Eleanor Winslow remained indifferent; she would certainly not call the parents! "Today’s students are truly outrageous!" The department head fumed as he paced back and forth, retrieving the student directory and dialing a number. "Hello, I’m the head of Student Winslow’s department, please come to the school immediately. I need to discuss something regarding Student Winslow!" Eleanor Winslow looked at him suspiciously. She had a poor relationship with the Winslow Family. When she enrolled, the school asked for the parent’s contact information, which she didn’t provide. So whom was the head calling? The office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Occasionally, the department head would lecture Eleanor Winslow about ’not cooperating with the department’s arrangements,’ to which Eleanor Winslow paid no attention. Twenty minutes later, the office door was knocked upon. A man in a light blue shirt and black trousers, handmade leather shoes gleaming, probably had his tie yanked off halfway, leaving his shirt slightly open at the collar, exposing a slender neck and a hint of a sexy collarbone. That face was truly exceptional, tall and long-legged, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a disciplined and reserved aura with an inherent pressure. His breath was slightly hurried, as if he rushed over. Eleanor Winslow stood up instinctively, shocked. No, how could her parent be Adrian Grant? When did she fill in Adrian Grant’s contact information? Adrian Grant saw Eleanor Winslow sitting on the sofa immediately, then focused on the balding middle-aged man in the office chair, saying, "I’m Eleanor’s guardian." The department head didn’t expect a young man to arrive, was momentarily stunned, then quickly returned to his angry demeanor. "You’re Student Winslow’s brother, right? Student Winslow is not cooperating with the department’s work arrangements, freely questioning the department’s fairness, and even threatening the teacher, I hope your family can properly educate her!" What is this person talking about? Adrian Grant looked Eleanor Winslow over from top to bottom, confirming she was unharmed, with no wrinkles on her clothes and her hair neat, showing no signs of having been in a tussle or bullied, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He then refocused on the department head, with a slight hint of scrutiny and superiority in his gaze: