How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 349

The opening ceremony at Neural Intelligence had just wrapped up, but she had no choice but to rush over here to discuss the matter of graduate placements.

Worse, she had to do it at VistaLink Technologies-on a day when the place was buzzing with even more attention than usual. People kept coming and going, exchanging pleasantries in the halls. And of course, Elodie was here too.

Being forced to come to VistaLink Technologies on her own initiative left Sylvie deeply uncomfortable.

But not a hint of that showed on her face. She surveyed the room before finally speaking. "Good afternoon, Dr. Sterling. I'm sorry to take up your time today-l have a few questions I'd appreciate your answer to."

Charlie looked at her, his gaze sharp. "You want to ask about the graduate position, don't you?"

Sylvie straightened her back and nodded. "I heard you might already have someone in mind. May I ask who-?"

"It's Elodie."

Charlie's answer was curt, yet carried an unmistakable authority.

The words landed with a physical jolt, making her heart thud in her chest.

He knew exactly what Sylvie was thinking, and saw no need to beat around the bush.

weren't

student Dr. Sterling had chosen had been that top scorer from admissions,

the first spot through

Unacceptable.

didn't even care to know. If Elodie had anything impressive to show, she would

lightly to Elodie, who stood nearby, her expression cold and distant, as if the conversation had nothing to do with her. He made no move to involve himself in Charlie and

look up; she simply glanced at her watch, her gesture making

noticed it, and her own eyes grew

using Dr. Sterling's presence to

worked hard to follow in your footsteps. My results in this round of exams are, without a doubt, among

wanted to ask outright: What does Elodie have that I don't? Is it just because she's

his gaze sweeping down with cool detachment. "Ms. Fielding, did you come to see me today out

can't

sharper

lips together, her throat suddenly

Jarrod, who was still pointedly silent, his eyes betraying a flicker of displeasure. It wasn't hard to guess that Jarrod had orchestrated this

turned back to Sylvie and said, his tone icy, "You want an answer? Fine. Four words: 'Best candidate wins.' Perhaps it's time you showed a little more humility

was stunned, unable to believe she was being compared and found wanting-in this

Best candidate wins...