How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 465

Elodie's voice was always calm and gentle-so gentle, in fact, that listening to her felt almost soothing. Yet beneath that softness was an undeniable strength; her words slipped easily past people's defenses, cutting straight to the heart.

Even the most casual remark from her could land with surprising force.

Everyone knew Elodie was Mr. Sterling's protégé, but most of them had no clue about the details-certainly not her exam scores.

So when Elodie finally mentioned the numbers, the room seemed to freeze. Several people audibly sucked in a breath.

There were plenty of engineers present. Who among them didn't know how much those scores meant?

They stared at Elodie, their expressions shifting to awe and disbelief.

Even Sylvie's eyes flickered. Her hand, resting on her knee, unconsciously clenched into a fist. She hadn't expected Elodie to bring that up-certainly not here, not now.

And she couldn't argue back.

Was there any point in mentioning it? To Sylvie, it must have seemed like Elodie was showing off, plain and simple.

out, looking stunned. He hadn't known the specifics, only bits and pieces, but now, hearing it spelled out, he was floored. "That's practically a record, isn't

he

glance, smirking.

Naylor just scowled.

Fielding, you can speak up if you like. I'm just stating the facts-is that what you call an 'attack'? Or is it that you're so used to being flattered, you can't accept that others might have stronger qualifications? That it's unacceptable for anyone to disagree with your expertise? A bit of advice, Ms. Fielding: if your confidence so fragile that you

her abilities in front of everyone, but Elodie

made

Thorne, aren't you being a little dramatic?" Sylvie's perfectly composed

showing off, feel free

a handful of sand had lodged itself there. Alexander

for you-she could choose to ignore people, but if pushed, she'd always have

mastered the art of reading people and situations, and expressing herself with surgical precision. It was also,

a long moment, utterly speechless. He realized that, compared to this, the time she'd chewed him out before was

took a

to waste any

table. "Sorry for taking up