Chapter 1931

Both women were stunned. Even if they didn't snag first place, they were easily in

the running for second-how could they be written off so quickly?

It just didn't make sense.

Besides, today was only the first round, just the theory test. Everyone in the design world knew that theory wasn't everything. In the end, it all came down to the actual work you produced.

But Fiona didn't see it that way. To her, design theory was just as important— maybe even more so than the finished product. If you didn't understand the basics, how could you ever create something truly outstanding?

"Mr. Woods, we promise we'll work harder. We'll do whatever it takes to earn our spot. Please, we're begging you."

They were on the edge of panic. If a careless word ended up ruining their future, how was that any different from winding up on the street?

When Jackson didn't say anything, their desperate eyes turned to Fiona instead.

After all, Fiona and Jackson had a history. Plus, Jackson had just stepped in to save her pride. Of course they'd try their luck with Fiona.

"Ms. Fiona, please, could you talk to Mr. Woods for us? We really can't afford to lose this job."

"Ms. Fiona, you're so understanding-please, don't let this happen to us." Fiona didn't even look up. She didn't give them so much as a glance.

Why should she clean up a mess they made themselves?

"Where's the patient?" Fiona asked, her voice cool and measured.

She was here to treat the sick, not to listen to their pleas.

"This way, Ms. Fiona."

Inside the room, two contestants were stretched out on the beds, faces pale, clearly dehydrated from severe food poisoning.

Fiona took one look-she didn't even need to check their pulse to know what was going on.

"Get the doctor to give them an IV with some glucose. Let them rest-they'll be fine. This won't happen again."

They were so weak they could barely open their eyes. Honestly, they looked worse off than the trio on Fiona's team.

Still, the worst was over. Most of the toxins were already out of their system. Now, they just needed to rest.

Fiona turned to leave, but the event organizer looked lost, his voice a little shaky as he asked, "Ms. Fiona... is that all?"

Fiona raised an eyebrow. "What else do you want?"

"Shouldn't you prescribe some medicine, or give more instructions?"

"Didn't I just give instructions?" Fiona shot back. Was this guy even listening?

The organizer just stood there, trying to great at making money, but this was way outside his comfort zone.

ass everything. He was

DMS

"Alright then... Thank you, Ms. Fiona. Take care."

Fiona didn't actually leave. She paused, frowning, and glanced back at the organizer.

He looked even more confused now, clearly not getting what she meant.

"Is there something else, Ms. Fiona?"

"Your food isn't clean. That's why people are getting sick."

He understood each word, but together, they just didn't click for him.

"What do you mean, Ms. Fiona? The cafeteria food is delivered fresh every day. It's not just the

contestants eating there novel

eat it

too."

He wasn't lying. That was the truth, and it should've cleared him of any blame.

But Fiona wasn't convinced.

Her voice was calm and detached,

but

was a challenge in it.

ét

that then let's go take a look

at the kitchen together."