Chapter 246

Eva Baker’s eyes widened slightly, her lips moved as if to say something, but not a word came out in the end. I hurried back to the hotel to get some rest. The round trip took a decent chunk of time—it was already pretty late. I called Jordan Bryant, and his voice was soft and warm. “I’ll have your favorite food delivered tomorrow. Good luck with the competition, I’ll be rooting for you.” I laughed. “Alright, don’t worry. Even if I don’t make the top three, I won’t be the first to get kicked out.” Sounds easy when I put it like that, but let’s be real—tomorrow’s cut from 500 to 300, which means 200 people are going home. The pressure’s no joke, and deep down, I was seriously nervous. Jordan chuckled gently, not mentioning Ronald Wright at all, like their argument last night never happened. “I’ll finish filming everything tomorrow. The day after, I can make it for your finals.” I was surprised. “Didn’t your manager line up seven days of filming for you? How’d you wrap it all up in two o