Jane didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching Jean.
She honestly didn’t know if she should trust her or not.
“Ms. Jane, you can go back first. I’ll finish up here and come back later,” Jean called out without turning around. She kept scrubbing the floor and wiping down the tables, going over every spot again and again. Only when everything was spotless did she finally pick up her bucket and walk away.
By then, Jane had already left the stage. She stood a little distance away, still watching Jean. Something about all of this felt off, like the world had tilted a little.
She took a deep breath, gave Jean one last look, and then turned to leave.
Back in her room, Jane told Fiona everything. Fiona barely reacted—just a soft “mm” as if that was enough.
Jane frowned. Even Fiona was acting strange.
“Fiona, do you still think Jean’s suspicious?”
“Shouldn’t I?” Fiona shot back, her voice calm and steady.
That one question left Jane at a loss for words.
“Just go get some rest for now,” Fiona said. “I’ll take care of it. There’s medicine on the table—bring it with you and make sure you take some. And remember what I said: don’t eat or drink anything that’s already been opened, even if it’s something you started yourself and didn’t finish.”
Jane didn’t really get it, but she nodded anyway.
She ripped open the medicine, dumped a packet into her mouth, and took a few big swigs of water.
Fiona looked like she wanted to say something, but in the end, just sighed quietly.
What are you even sulking about? Seriously.
After Jane left, Fiona stared at her phone, lost in thought.
It was a photo of Jasmine, grinning ear to ear.
She never expected to run into someone here who looked so much like Jasmine.
Too bad—she was with Team Country M.
She let a small smile slip out, tore open a bag of chips, and started tapping away at a game on her phone.
Meanwhile, over on the Woods Corporation team, things were going downhill fast. Of the five members, four were knocked out with stomach problems—way worse than what happened to the International Glam team.
It was serious enough that the organizers already knew.
If it was just one or two people, maybe it would be chalked up to not adjusting to the food. But the Woods Corporation team had all grown up by the sea—they knew how to handle the local food and water. There was no way this was just bad luck.
Now, only Country M and Kidd Group still had all their members in the game.
“After the competition, I even joked about International Glam’s team. Now look at us,” someone muttered.
“You think International Glam poisoned us? Maybe it’s payback for making fun of them.”
“No way,” Jackson cut in right away.
He knew Fiona better than anyone. She’d never do something like that.

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