The judges kept visiting me at my shops frequently to ask me questions and get some information. Eventually, I had passed on to the next level after a lot of clarification, and then I started preparations for my final level in the competition.

I thought of Cayden and decided to call him. His phone rang and rang with no answer, I kept feeling guilty as he refused to pick up his call.

I even tried going to his house occasionally to try my luck if I was going to be allowed to see him. Every single time, I was rejected, but I had to keep trying as guilt didn't allow...