Chapter 115

Eleanor's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to be heard by many spectators. Her words sliced through the murmuring crowd, igniting a wave of indignation. "The referee is too partial!" "Is Annette Zion your biological daughter? You can't specially treat her just because she's from the Cloud Class!" "Hurry up and start the count. Don’t dawdle!" The accusations flew, and the atmosphere grew tense. At that moment, Annette suddenly straightened up. She refused to admit defeat, struggling to get up from the ground. Seeing this, the Senior Lecturer couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Turning his head, he looked at Eleanor with dissatisfaction, contemplating how to reprimand her for her insolence. Unexpectedly, Eleanor met his gaze with a calm intensity, like a frozen blade of snow. Her stare was so fierce that it stunned the judge. "Lecturer, do you have something to say?" Eleanor asked, her voice edged with a faint smile, but her eyes were cold. The Snr Lecturer stiffened. The wor