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.

expression froze. She'd convinced herself the rumors weren't true, but now, faced with the reality, she nearly

had chosen had been that top scorer from admissions, she wouldn't have reacted

first spot through every

Unacceptable.

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

Jarrod's gaze drifted 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

up; she simply glanced at her watch, her gesture making it clear she had little patience for these

her

deliberately using Dr. Sterling's presence

"Dr. Sterling, ever since I returned from abroad, I've worked hard to follow in your footsteps. My results in this

have that I don't? Is it just because

down with cool detachment. "Ms. Fielding, did

you can't accept my

sharper

lips together, her throat

It wasn't hard to guess that Jarrod had orchestrated this meeting, hoping Sylvie could

"You want an answer? Fine. Four words: 'Best candidate wins.' Perhaps it's time you showed a little more

unable to believe she was being compared and found

Best candidate wins...