Chapter 224

His voice cut off all of a sudden. “Ronald Wright, what did you just say?” It was too noisy at the venue—I barely caught anything, just the sound of tires screeching in the background. I glanced down at my phone, saw the call had ended. Thought for a second about calling back, but eventually dropped the idea. Forget it, we agreed to stay out of each other's lives. No need to get involved again. The competition was wrapping up. Even with that minor hiccup just now, Jordan Bryant winning first place was pretty much a sure thing. The finalists were lining up for media interviews, and since Jordan came in first, he had to film an individual segment too. A bunch of people started leaving the venue. Jordan told me to wait for him in the VIP lounge. I gave him a small smile. “Alright.” There was a TV on the wall in the VIP room showing news on loop. I poured myself a glass of water and started mindlessly scrolling through my phone. Like ten, fifteen minutes passed and Jordan still hadn’t come