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.

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 know

a lazy glance, smirking. "Mr. Whitaker, you're pretty sharp

Naylor just scowled.

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 can only stand to hear praise, you might as well hire a few people at a local bar. For the right price, they'll compliment your 'soulful inner qualities' all

of everyone, but Elodie had no qualms about responding with the very achievements Sylvie

made Sylvie's face harden with barely contained

being a little dramatic?" Sylvie's perfectly

unfazed. "If you think I'm showing off, feel

tightness in her chest, as if a handful of sand had lodged itself there.

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

you expect from someone with three years' experience in public relations? She'd mastered the art of reading people and situations, and expressing herself with surgical precision. It was also, in its own way, a healthy outlet for her

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

a deep

to waste

seated at the head of the table. "Sorry for taking up everyone's time. Whether