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.
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