On the VIP platform, Preston and Clifford glanced over at Derek, asking, "Mr. McCormick, is there any particular contestant you have your eye on?"

Derek chuckled. "Our Gabo Creek Province is full of talented individuals. Of course, I'm keeping an eye on a few."

The two elders straightened their backs, their expressions turning smug. "We imagine the contestant you have in mind must be one of our Advanced Medical Institute students, right?"

Derek shook his head. "No, actually. The one I'm interested in is that contestant from earlier—his name is Andrew Lloyd."

Preston and Clifford's faces immediately darkened. They scoffed and replied, "Then I'm afraid you might be mistaken, Mr. McCormick. That boy has no right to stand alongside our Advanced Medical Institute students, much less challenge someone like Mosby.

Just watch—you'll see soon enough."

They had only brought it up to confirm whether Derek's attention was focused on their side. Hearing that his interest lay elsewhere, th