Chapter 607

Alberto lay sprawled face-down in the sand, teeth clenched, her entire body coated in dust and grit. Her hands throbbed painfully, skin scraped raw, and her breath came in short, shallow bursts. What kind of humiliation was this? She didn’t lift her head. Her face twisted with fury, eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. From the camera’s angle, it looked like a quiet defeat. But beneath the surface, Alberto was anything but resigned. Her fingers dug violently into the sand. "Alberto, are you okay?" a crew member approached, voice laced with concern. Still, she didn’t respond. Instead, she stared daggers into the grains of sand beneath her—burning with shame, humiliation, and seething rage. "In that case... Susan wins!" Director Nahashon White’s voice rang out, laced with genuine astonishment. He had never imagined this outcome. He thought pairing one woman—especially one like Susan—with no teammate was an instant recipe for comic failure. Instead, what they’d just witnessed was a massa