How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 561

Grady pressed his lips together, knowing full well how offensive his words would sound. But as he looked at Sylvie standing there, he decided he couldn't care less about politeness and spoke bluntly: "One of the judges is Elodie's mentor. Who's to say the scoring is fair? For all we know... maybe she didn't even write or develop this herself."

That accusation landed with a thud.

No one could pretend not to understand what he was implying.

He might as well have slapped a "backroom favoritism" label right across Elodie's face.

It was a bucket of filth hurled without warning-one that threatened not only her but the integrity of the entire academic board.

In the middle of this prestigious open competition, the atmosphere suddenly tightened to a breaking point.

Only then did Jarrod glance sidelong at Grady.

Naylor let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Mercer, have you lost your mind? Are you questioning Elodie, the committee, or the fairness of the entire process?"

He was just as surprised by Elodie's abilities as anyone.

But in a competition like this, he couldn't stand by and watch someone smear another's reputation for personal gain.

Patricia arched an eyebrow at Jarrod, her tone layered with meaning. "What about you, Mr. Silverstein—any thoughts?"

Jarrod didn't bother turning to look at her. He simply raised his eyes and replied, "Then perhaps we should make some of the technical details public, and let everyone judge for themselves."

At that, Sylvie pressed her lips together, suddenly silent.

in public. She looked straight at Sylvie, her eyes frosted over. "If you're still

to starting

skipped

this level, editing even a small part of the code could mean overhauling the entire system. One misstep and the whole thing could crash. How could Elodie risk

her eyes on Elodie and said, "That's meaningless. What I question, Ms. Thorne, is that your development path matches mine at nearly every

That accusation-

audience couldn't help but let out a disbelieving laugh. He glanced at both sets

he had to

murmured, frowning at the numbers.

Even Klein's face changed.

hearing this. And with some of the competition broadcast online,

about the origin of her code. Now, accusations that

one was

present solid proof today, she'd never be able

in the field again-she might

"Sylvie, are you willing to take responsibility for

cold sweat broke

at this point, there was no turning

Now, all she

in trouble, if Selma hadn't gotten in

be

had no other

risks to her actions today,