How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 555

The final results appeared on the screen.

Elodie's name stood out, her detailed scores displayed for all to see.

Sylvie's face instantly drained of color.

She stared at the numbers in disbelief.

Elodie was the top scorer...?

That outcome was completely unexpected. A chill of sweat prickled along Sylvie's spine.

She couldn't fathom how Elodie had managed to outperform everyone, but the data was right there-almost flawless.

Even most of the other contestants were stunned.

All eyes began searching the crowd for the girl herself.

"What level is this supposed to be?" Maurice muttered, unable to make sense of the specific figures, but it was clear-Elodie was ranked first, with Watts just

behind her. The gap between them was almost negligible.

Jarrod glanced at the two names, stacked at the top of the list.

"There's a huge drop-off after them," he observed calmly.

a

Elodie he thought

under thirty, every one of them a specialist in their field. And Elodie had left them

out, "No way. How could she have a higher overall score than Sylvie? I saw her go talk to the

simply couldn't see any other

shot him a cool glance but didn't

the room, Esmeralda, caught up in

shot Grady a scathing look. "Idiot. Now you're accusing the judges, too? Can't admit it was just

darkened. "Esmeralda, you don't know what you're talking about.

cold laugh. "I may not know the technical side, but

his face flushed

ignored him, turning on her heel and walking

glanced at Jarrod. But Jarrod seemed unmoved by Esmeralda's jab

then, Sylvie walked offstage

before, and she struggled

how absurd and unacceptable this was. Yesterday, maybe she could blame it on being carried by her

tingle, her footing felt uncertain, as if she

concern etched on his face.

almost instinctively, as

and, with a slight frown,

Grady's hand froze midair.

to his question, her forehead glistening with

Sylvie realized

nothing like she