How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 534

Elodie hadn't paid much attention to the whole "newlywed home" situation. Now, hearing Sylvie bring it up out of nowhere, she mentally did the math-sure enough, the timing fit.

But still.

Why was Sylvie making a call about this right now?

A flash of dry amusement flickered in Elodie's eyes. She didn't need an explanation to guess Sylvie's intentions.

When Sylvie finished her call and caught sight of Elodie, she scoffed, "Didn't realize eavesdropping was your thing now."

Elodie set her own phone down, barely glancing at her. "Feeling proud about secondhand leftovers? Jarrod couldn't even be bothered to get you something new, but you're sure good at making do with what's handed to you."

Sylvie's expression darkened instantly.

Elodie didn't stick around to enjoy it.

She simply turned on her heel and walked away.

Sylvie's scowl lingered, thoughts churning. The whole Neural Intelligence project was still a thorn in her side, keeping her awake at night.

But right now...

She straightened her back, pushing down the frustration. The first and second rounds of the competition were closed-door, but without Mr. Sterling and his team backing Elodie this time, there was a real chance Elodie wouldn't make it through -not to mention the make-or-break third round: the live demonstration.

needed to make sure she was

was a major public event. If her algorithm and system won, they'd be officially adopted

place on the "national team." What would Elodie or Neural Intelligence

much more-whether that meant stepping into a top research group,

testing. Nobody knew how anyone else was doing,

be notified in a week and go on to the third round-the

content, even she was surprised; this was top-tier stuff. Three hundred candidates chosen from across the country, but only three would make it

let herself relax

hours passed by

the time it ended, it was

waiting for her. Esmeralda's enthusiastic wave seemed

a steaming cup of hot cocoa the moment she got in the

to

was concerned, Elodie had it in the bag-making

turning to look out the

a Rolls Royce idling across the street-Jarrod's car, unmistakably, though he wasn't inside. As she watched, the car

he hadn't come to pick

frowned, confused, but let the thought drift away.

care whether

had bigger things to