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.

felt a rush

this really the Elodie

the country-every contestant under thirty, every one of them a specialist in their

for a long moment before blurting out, "No way. How could she have a higher overall score than Sylvie? I saw her

couldn't see any other

shot him a cool glance but

of the room, Esmeralda, caught

shot Grady a scathing look. "Idiot. Now you're accusing the judges, too?

know what you're talking about. Stay

"I may not know the technical side, but I sure know a sycophant when I

his face

on her

at Jarrod. But Jarrod seemed unmoved by Esmeralda's jab at Grady, Grady's

walked

paler than before,

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

to tingle, her footing felt uncertain, as if she might suddenly step into

you alright?" Grady approached, concern etched on his

as if

a slight frown, deftly sidestepped

Grady's hand froze midair.

question, her forehead glistening with

suddenly, Sylvie

was nothing like