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 of

really the Elodie he thought he

talents from across the country-every contestant under thirty, every one of them a

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

couldn't see any other

a cool glance but didn't bother

of the room, Esmeralda, caught up in the celebration,

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

don't know what you're talking about.

may not know the technical side, but

his

ignored him, turning on her

watching the exchange, instinctively glanced at Jarrod. But Jarrod seemed unmoved by Esmeralda's jab at Grady,

then, Sylvie walked offstage

before, and she struggled to mask

Yesterday, maybe she could blame it on

felt uncertain, as if she might suddenly step into a void and plummet

Grady approached, concern etched on his face. He

as if to

slight frown, deftly sidestepped his

Grady's hand froze midair.

respond to his question, her forehead

Sylvie

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