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.

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

else didn't he know

glance, smirking. "Mr.

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 can only stand to hear praise, you might as well hire a few people at a

chosen to question her abilities in front of everyone, but Elodie had no qualms about responding with the very achievements Sylvie valued

delivered and razor-sharp, made Sylvie's face harden with

a little dramatic?" Sylvie's perfectly

"If you think I'm showing off, feel free to ignore me. It's your

in her chest, as if a handful of sand had lodged

people, but if pushed, she'd always

in public relations? She'd mastered the art of reading people and situations, and expressing

at Elodie's cool, unruffled face for a long moment, utterly speechless. He realized that, compared to this, the time

a deep breath

to waste any

taking up everyone's time. Whether