How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 551

"That's only right," Jarrod Silverstein replied, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly.

Elodie Thorne hadn't dwelled on what happened that day, but facing Jarrod now, up close, she couldn't help but notice he was the same as ever. Whatever suspicions she'd had back then had clearly been unfounded. Especially now, knowing for certain that Jarrod had been with Sylvie Fielding at the time.

"I'm going to check in," Elodie said quietly, turning to address the professor. Charlie Sterling understood her reluctance to play at pleasantries and simply nodded. "Go on. Get yourself settled and ready."

Sylvie's hands balled into fists at Charlie's obvious regard for Elodie, a heaviness forming deep in her chest. She hadn't expected that. Only recently had she found out Charlie was one of the judges. Which meant... what if he played favorites and handed Elodie extra points, even if she didn't deserve them?

Sylvie pressed her lips together, a furrow appearing between her brows as an uneasy sense of threat lingered at the back of her mind.

Charlie didn't linger. He roped Alexander Sterling into helping him with his luggage, and the three of them left for the front desk.

When Sylvie went to check in, Maurice Nilsson leaned toward Jarrod and lowered his voice. "Elodie's even more impressive than I thought. She really made the cut. Did you know she would?"

If not... why sponsor the competition for Sylvie's sake?

found Jarrod's motives

his cufflinks. "Joseph and the others are

tongue. "Of course. For an event like this, there's no shortage of people wanting to watch it in person. I gave out plenty of your tickets. High society loves this sort of thing—big opportunities, big money, and catching the next wave is always

turned back, her eyes bright as she fixed them on Jarrod. "Jarrod, will you share a

was the title sponsor and Jarrod was the boss, of

sank in. She was actually asking to

cool as he looked back at her, giving

“You've got a competition to prepare for. You should focus on that, and we'll stay out of your way-wouldn't want any slip-ups. I've got some business

her a

it go, though disappointment flickered inside her. Still, there would always be a next time. These things had

smiled without betraying any

nice-spacious, with a stunning view of the national stadium. Just

Alexander what time he and Esmeralda Mercer would be arriving at the

uncle. But her uncle was still recovering, and her grandmother was too old to spend a whole day at the stadium, so she'd decided against it. As for Patricia Aldridge and her group... in the end, Elodie chose not to

arrived, doors sliding