Chapter 1615

Now it was Yvenne's turn to feel like there was something more going on with

Fiona than it seemed. Was she wrong in her assumptions all along? Either way, it was a relief that Fiona hadn't jumped into the designer competition, giving Yvenne a free pass to move forward without holding back.

"I'm really sorry, but this is all the cash I have on me. If I'm lucky enough to win the championship, I swear I'll pay you back. Just give me a bit more time, please." Yvenne pulled out over eight hundred bucks from her pocket, along with a few loose singles, clearly showing she was down to her last penny.

She figured Fiona would at least return some of the money, considering the lengths she went to. But no, Fiona just pocketed the cash without even a glance in her direction.

"Fiona, can't you show a little compassion? You left Yvonne with nothing. How's she supposed to get by?" one of the others called out.

Fiona's expression said it all—"not my problem"-as she headed straight for the bathroom, ignoring the shouts behind

final day approached, Fiona nonchalantly submitted an old sketch under her alias, Harper. Of course, she breezed through to the next round, with the show's producers shamelessly applauding the piece

their desperate attempt to boost ratings. But she had bigger fish to fry. She soon got word that Nash's mom was on the lookout

the next morning, Fiona spotted Nash's mother waiting at the school gate. As soon as she saw Fiona, she hurried over, pulling her aside and whipping out some

her hand trembling slightly as she held the

Fiona knew Harper, it would make everything so much easier. The Woods family needed someone like that to help Jackson make a name

and possibly dig into their parents'

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Woods, I don't

like my friend's, but I can't say for

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