"Mr. Harry is stabbed! Protect Mr. Harry!" Mark shouted, his face pale as he stood protectively before Harry. His eyes darted around the room as if everyone there might be a threat.
As Mark's words left his mouth, four or five bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses burst into the classroom. Each held a gun, their serious expressions scanning the room for any signs of danger.
The room erupted into chaos.
"Oh my God, what's happening?" one student gasped, clutching their textbooks.
“Is that Mr. Harry? What’s he doing here?” another student whispered, wide-eyed.
“Where’s the assassin? Please don’t hurt me; I’m just a regular student!” a third student pleaded, their voice trembling.
The bodyguards moved into position, their eyes sharp and alert. “Quiet, or I’ll shoot!” one of them barked, his voice firm and commanding.
The classroom fell silent, the students realizing that even if they had

Harry didn’t say much. He gave a brief nod and then returned to his seat on the right side of the platform, where a few plush chairs had been set up against the wall for him and his team. He sat down, his posture relaxed but attentive, as he observed the room from his spot.
Victoria Rossi Fischer noticed the chairs and realized they were reserved for Harry and his team. Harry and Professor Roche took their seats below while Mr. Luca took the stage to begin the lecture.
Victoria had heard of Mr. Luca before. He had been a renowned Saint George's University professor for many years before retiring. Today, he was back as a guest lecturer, explicitly invited to this event.
His reputation for having deep insights into international economics was well-known, and many students were eager to hear him speak. Listening to one of his lectures was like gaining three years of knowledge from an econom

Victoria was prepared for a fight, but unexpectedly, Amelia stopped Harriet.
"Why?" Harriet looked confused; her brows furrowed. "Don't you want to teach this golden-haired girl a lesson?"
Amelia suddenly smiled at Victoria and said, "No wonder you're Lady Eleanor; you're good with words. People in the circle say Lady Eleanor is a very famous negotiation expert. I guess Lady Eleanor must have passed on her negotiation skills to you, her daughter-in-law."
Victoria frowned. Few students knew about her marriage; even in the circle, few knew she was Mrs. Edmund. They probably thought she was just his fiancée.
"Oh my, has this beautiful angel already married? Oh, that's too bad!"
"Why didn't I meet this beautiful lady earlier?"
"I was going to ask for her contact information, but now she's already married. Should I still ask for her contact information?"
The class became noisy. For a moment, everyone was discussing Victoria's marriage. Some felt regretful, while others looked disdainful, thinking this girl had no qualities other than her looks. How could she marry into the Ashbourne family?
Victoria's cheeks flushed slightly, but she maintained her composure, her eyes narrowing at Amelia. On the other hand, Amelia basked in the attention, her smile smug and triumphant. Harriet looked from Victoria to Amelia, still confused but quiet, as the class buzzed with gossip.
"Oh, maybe she married someone unimportant in the family, so she could still be called Lady Eleanor," someone in the class speculated.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand," Victoria denied, shaking her head. "What, Lady Eleanor? What negotiation expert? Do you know the famous Lady Eleanor? Then please introduce me to her. I would cherish the opportunity to meet Lady Eleanor."
Amelia's face twisted in anger. "Stop pretending. You obviously know Lady Eleanor yourself. You're asking me to introduce Lady Eleanor to you? What kind of joke is this? I know you're already married to Edmund. When you were talking to Lady Eleanor, I was behind the tree and heard everything you said."
Victoria remained calm, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Amelia, first of all, I have to remind you that I really don't know what you're talking about. I don't know Lady Eleanor, so please stop spreading rumors. And another thing, please don't eavesdrop on others' conversations. It's impolite. If you keep eavesdropping, let me remind you, don't get caught by the police."
Amelia's face flushed with frustration. "I'm not making it up. If you don't believe me, we can have Lady Eleanor come over and confront you."
Victoria laughed heartily, shaking her head. "You're quite bold, wanting Lady Eleanor to come and prove your point. Lady Eleanor is so busy; would she bother with you?"
The class murmured, watching the exchange with keen interest. Harriet looked uneasy, glancing between Amelia and Victoria, unsure what to do next. Amelia stood her ground, her eyes blazing with determination, while Victoria kept her calm, expressing amusement and disdain.
"Even if Lady Eleanor had time, she wouldn't bother with you because she's not in the country. She's currently sunbathing on some island in the Pacific," Victoria said calmly.
"It's almost time for class, and I don't see any empty seats around here. So, Amelia, please stand at the back and listen to the class. Don't disturb the other students sitting down," Victoria added, arranging her notes to review previous content.
Seeing the notes, Amelia's eyes lit up with an idea. She snatched Victoria's notes and held them above her head. "Your name is written on these notes. That should prove your identity, right?"
Victoria's surname would change after marrying into the Edmund family, so now she must have written the name belonging to the Edmund family.
Harriet and Margaret also joined in, helping Amelia hold the notes high.
Victoria's eyes widened in frustration. She stood up, reaching for her notes. "Give me back my notes!"
The three of them held the notes high, grinning mockingly. "Lady Eleanor, your life after marrying into a wealthy family may not be so happy. Look at you; you come to school alone, without even a bodyguard. How pitiful!"
Victoria's face flushed with anger as she stretched her arm higher, trying to snatch back her notes. Amelia smirked, enjoying the power she held. Harriet and Margaret looked at each other, giggling at Victoria's desperation. The class watched the scene unfold, some whispering, others just staring in silence.
Victoria continued to reach for her notes, her face set in determination. "Give them back to me, or else I won't be polite!"
Her fierce attempts to reclaim her notes convinced Amelia even more that Victoria was guilty. Amelia laughed, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Victoria, I will expose your identity and make you unable to stay at the university. You sold yourself to become Lady Eleanor, and now that they don't want you, you come back to the lab again. Why?"
Amelia's voice grew louder, her face contorted with anger. "Professor Julia is unfair. She favors you when you're here, and she favors you when you're gone. It's unfair to us!"
Since she entered the lab, Amelia had been jealous of Victoria. Victoria was more capable, had better grades, and was prettier than her. However, the only flaw was that Victoria came from an ordinary background, with her parents being ordinary employees. This fact balanced Amelia's feelings a bit.
But later, when Victoria met Lady Eleanor and got to know many business tycoons under her guidance, Amelia, who had lived in the business circle since childhood, was extremely jealous. Why couldn't she receive Lady Eleanor's care?
Amelia's voice trembled with bitterness as she continued, "Then, I overheard Lady Eleanor saying she wanted you to be her daughter-in-law, which made me even more unable to accept it. The Edmund family has a significant influence in the country. If you become Lady Eleanor's daughter-in-law, you won't need to work hard for the rest of your life."
Amelia's jealousy was palpable, her eyes burning with envy. "Unfair, it's really unfair," she muttered, her voice dripping with resentment.
Victoria's face flushed with both anger and embarrassment. Her eyes darted around the room, noticing her classmates' curious and judgmental stares. Harriet and Linda watched the scene unfold, their expressions mixing confusion and amusement.
Victoria's determination didn't waver, and she continued to reach for her notes, her voice steady despite the turmoil around her. "Amelia, you don't know what you're talking about. Let go of my notes."
Amelia's grip tightened, her smirk widening. "Why don't you admit it, Victoria? Everyone here can see through your act."
"Oh, you’re just saying bad things about me because you're jealous, right?" Victoria suddenly understood. She said, "Amelia, making up stories is not okay. If you continue, I can sue you for defamation."
"Defamation?" Amelia scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Your notes are in my hands now. As long as I open them, your shameful behavior will be exposed!"
Victoria's face showed a hint of nervousness. "Oh, Amelia, you must not do this. I'm afraid of you opening the notes."
Amelia, determined, began to open the notes. Her excitement was palpable, but her expression changed dramatically as she read. "How is this possible?"
Victoria smirked, then feigned sadness. "Give me back my notes!"
She reached out to snatch them back, but Amelia held them tightly. The struggle turned chaotic, with papers flying.
Someone in the back shouted, "The professor is coming!" Victoria glanced at the door, seized the opportunity, and exerted a bit of force on her wrist. The notes flew out of Amelia's hands, straight towards the door.
A man’s panicked voice echoed through the room, "Oh no, Mr. Harry is stabbed!"
Amelia's face turned pale, her grip on the remaining papers loosening. Harriet and Linda looked around in shock, unsure what to do next. Victoria's heart raced, eyes darting to the door to assess the situation. The classroom erupted in whispers and gasps.

"Mr. Harry is stabbed! Protect Mr. Harry!" Mark shouted, his face pale as he stood protectively before Harry. His eyes darted around the room as if everyone there might be a threat.
As Mark's words left his mouth, four or five bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses burst into the classroom. Each held a gun, their serious expressions scanning the room for any signs of danger.
The room erupted into chaos.
"Oh my God, what's happening?" one student gasped, clutching their textbooks.
“Is that Mr. Harry? What’s he doing here?” another student whispered, wide-eyed.
“Where’s the assassin? Please don’t hurt me; I’m just a regular student!” a third student pleaded, their voice trembling.
The bodyguards moved into position, their eyes sharp and alert. “Quiet, or I’ll shoot!” one of them barked, his voice firm and commanding.
The classroom fell silent, the students realizing that even if they had weapons, they wouldn’t stand a chance against the well-trained bodyguards.
“Quiet!” Harry c

CHAPTER 7: THE WEAPON