Chapter 354

Hugo Rothschild was utterly outmatched in front of Ethan Sullivan.

What he considered a rivalry wasn't even acknowledged with a glance.

Crystal Rothschild paled. Rachel and Leo Clemenson exchanged reluctant nods.

The four gathered their vines and returned to camp.

Evelyn Laurent's team had become the gold standard for the other groups.

Whenever they felt lost, observing Evelyn's team provided answers.

Like weaving mats from vines.

Beatrice Quincy, meanwhile, became a cautionary tale.

Her painful mishap taught everyone which plants to avoid.

Injured and immobilized, Beatrice forced Xander Quincy to gather vines with the Croix brothers.

Despite setbacks, all three teams finally found their rhythm.

Timothy Gold breathed a sigh of relief.

Only after medics confirmed Beatrice's rash was temporary would she stop complaining.

But Bianca Fairchild seized the chance to join Evelyn's team.

The thought made Beatrice grind her teeth.

Though she got Xander in exchange, she coveted Evelyn's group.

Julian Langley was there.

He was the sole reason she'd joined this mediocre show.

The cast was full of nobodies—even civilians.

This program was merely her stepping stone to Julian.

Beatrice touched her back.

The bumpy texture made her shudder. She couldn't bear to look.

"Bianca Fairchild!"

She spat the name like poison, eyes burning with malice.

Now she was certain—that little bitch had sabotaged her deliberately.

No cameras. No mics. Just the privacy of her tent.

Beatrice stormed out, heading straight for production.

Timothy's face fell at her approach.

What fresh hell did this diva want now?

Before he could react, she barged in.

"Assistant director! Give me my phone back!"

Confirming no cameras were rolling, Beatrice thrust out her hand imperiously.