How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 550

Sylvie paused for a moment, a shadow flickering across her eyes, but her voice remained calm. "As for the competition, she's not even in my league-whether she can even make it inside is another question. When it comes to Jarrod, she can't outshine me in love either. The only thing she still clings to is the Silverstein name, but after the competition, the Silverstein family will have made their choice."

Selma understood exactly what she meant.

For now, there was no need to do anything.

"Alright, focus on your preparation. Even if Mrs. Quinn is wary about your situation, her son has always had a soft spot for you. If you ever need anything, he won't hesitate to help." Selma hoped it wouldn't come to that she didn't want Sylvie to have to worry about such things.

Sylvie stood up and headed upstairs. "I know."

Meanwhile, Elodie received her notice.

She was to be ready the following day to check into a designated hotel. The third round of the competition would last three days, and all participants had to stay there under unified arrangements.

The venue was Eldermere's largest and most famous national stadium.

Elodie packed her bags with everything she'd need for the next three days.

The next morning, Alexander arrived to pick her up.

“This hotel is one of the sponsors. Besides the thirty-some contestants who made it to round three, all the star judges from around the world and VIP guests are staying there. Isn't this hotel owned by the Silverstein family?" Alexander asked as they drove.

Elodie nodded. "It is."

Alexander frowned slightly.

Jarrod was the sponsor.

could it

why would

understood all too well, but she couldn't

neared the stadium, Elodie caught sight of a massive sponsor banner emblazoned

was impossible to

just sponsored the hotel-they'd backed the

competition's budget had skyrocketed,

Elodie spotted Charlie just stepping out of a car. Delighted, she hurried over. "You're

judges, but I'm not staying at the hotel. I just happened to be passing by, wanted to check how you were holding up. Make sure you're not about

help but

behind her, raised

all bluster-he barely had a minute to spare, yet here

Elodie said, though she made no promises. She knew

her words faded, a few more

spilling out, one after

stepping out and catching sight of Elodie, couldn't suppress the

surprise on her

been certain Elodie wouldn't make

here she was—in the third

quickly forced herself to focus. Practical

mattered most here-there was

What could Elodie