Fiona shot her a blank, innocent look, then narrowed her eyes and let out a laugh.
“I don’t even know you. What could I possibly be up to?”
If you want to take someone down, you can’t really hide that kind of energy.
Seriously, if you’re here to eat, just eat. Why bring all this drama to the table? Does she think the world revolves around her? That everyone’s just here to cater to her every whim?
“With that attitude, it’s no wonder someone on your team got poisoned. Honestly, you all deserve to miss out on first place.”
Fiona set her chopsticks down, her patience wearing thin. She’d just wanted a peaceful meal—when did this place turn into a stage for clowns?
It was honestly ridiculous.
“And how would you know if we get first place or not?” Fiona replied, her voice cool. “Unless you’re planning to cheat?”
As she spoke, Fiona’s gaze flicked to the event organizers. There wasn’t even a hint of anger in her eyes—just a calm, knowing smile that made it impossible to tell what she was really thinking.
“Ms. Fiona, you must be joking. We’re committed to fairness and transparency—I promise you, nothing like that would ever happen.”
The woman from Country M frowned, clearly confused about why the organizers were being so polite to Fiona.
She shot a quick glance at Amy. It was barely a second, but Fiona caught it.
So much for Amy’s supposed connections. They weren’t worth much after all.
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