How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 533

He had never guarded himself against her-not even a little.

And now, after everything she'd been through.

Maurice was still confiding in her with total trust, and Jarrod was willing to give her

his passcode so she could reach him in an emergency.

Nothing had changed-not in the slightest.

Sylvie stopped glancing back at the courtyard and turned to leave.

When Elodie received the email confirming her application had been accepted, she was in the middle of reviewing other Nexus Analytics investment projects.

She'd decided to leave no stone unturned-every detail, inside and out, would be thoroughly checked.

The email instructed her to arrive at a specific venue at a set time for the first and second rounds of testing. The location was highly secure; the first round would cut the group down to one hundred, the second to thirty, and in the end, only three would remain.

The standards were brutal.

It was nothing short of hellish.

more than a week of intense preparation and focus, she was

would take the combined first and second rounds—a highly specialized assessment covering communications algorithms, aerodynamics, aircraft design, and more. Participants were divided into groups, each tested in isolation, the process strict and

round, only then, would be held

was government-owned.

to go

Alexander or anyone else to drop her

would take a while, and she preferred to make her own way home when it

out at

turned, she spotted a Bentley

be in high spirits, showing no sign of nerves. Jarrod followed, and said something to her that made Sylvie

turned, she caught

After the incident with

for only a split second, but quickly pieced it together. Though she had Jarrod's support, Elodie wasn't lacking connections either-Mr. Sterling, for instance, could easily smooth things over

Elodie's position wasn't guaranteed.

her eyes to Jarrod As she turned, her heet twisted on uneven pavement and she stumbled, instinctively grabbing

lowered his gaze to

a sheepish apology. "Sorry,

"It's