How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 535

When Sylvie arrived at Eldrion Global, an assistant promptly escorted her upstairs.

Watts's office was on one of the upper floors. As Sylvie walked in, résumé in hand, Watts happened to glance up from his desk. His eyes narrowed slightly as he gestured to the chair opposite. "Please, have a seat, Ms. Fielding."

Sylvie searched his expression for any sign of surprise or awkwardness, but found

none.

She smoothed her skirt and sat down. "Mr. Aldridge, I'll get straight to the point. I'm here today because I'm genuinely interested in Eldrion Global. I'd like to join your team."

Watts waved to his assistant for coffee, then chuckled at her directness. "And what exactly do you mean by that, Ms. Fielding?"

Sylvie pushed her résumé across the desk toward him. "This is my detailed CV. If you find my qualifications suitable, would you consider giving me priority?"

Watts, of course, knew quite a bit about recent events.

Especially those concerning Elodie.

There was the art exhibition, and rumors that Neural Intelligence had changed hands. Now Sylvie was suddenly here, résumé in hand—

the rumors were

Mr. Silverstein already make arrangements for you?" Watts raised an eyebrow, tapping a finger on her

composed. "This is about my own career. I have my own plans and Jarrod's already helped set things up for me. But I came to Eldrion Global because I've heard about your outstanding leadership, Mr. Aldridge. If I could work with you, I believe we'd make

Especially since Watts still...

gaze flickered, but she

grateful for having stayed active after

ing home, for

of a smile playing

exception for you. Ms. Fielding,

Sylvie froze.

What was he talking

unexpected turn in Watts's attitude.

words left no room for doubt. "Whatever the case may be, let me be clear el have absolutely no personal interest

words couldn't have

if she'd been slapped in

never been in such an

He'd never cared much for sparing the feelings of people he didn't like, and he'd had plenty of practice turning down hopeful applicants. His instincts were sharp, and after all that had happened, he found Sylvie just a little too self-assured every time she

guessed her motives almost

She forced