How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 563

The mood in the room shifted in an instant.

Sylvie sat there, stunned, unable to speak for several long moments.

She truly hadn't expected this-such unanimous agreement...

Which could only mean...

What Mr. Ferguson had written yesterday wasn't just his personal opinion. It must have come from-

Her vision swam, a wave of dizziness washing over her. Still, she clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached, her voice trembling despite her efforts to sound steady. "None of us here are direct witnesses. No one can speak with certainty. Your so-called suspicions are baseless. The developer of U.N2 isn't even present. Who could possibly speak for them? I refuse to accept this kind of slander."

But even as she spoke, a cold panic crept through her chest, growing steadily, uncontrollably.

Almost involuntarily, her gaze drifted toward Jarrod, sitting among the audience.

He sat with his legs crossed, far enough away that she couldn't make out his expression. It was as though a mist veiled his face—she could never really read him.

Yet she believed... if things truly went wrong today, Jarrod would help her. He always had, every single time.

But now, with the mention of the U.N2 developer, the entire hall was buzzing with agitation.

this accusation proved true, the consequences would

not here to discuss your own questionable dealings with Ms.

finally settling on Sylvie. "And what if... she's

chaos-calm, almost eerily so, sending a chill

toward her, his gaze suddenly sharp and intense. Even Patricia frowned, a sense of unease settling over her. The situation was spiraling out of control-no one could read where

like tossing a lit match into a

ripple of disbelief spread. "No way... Someone of that caliber? There's

mean Sylvie really did it?

corporate spat. If she's found guilty, Sylvie... She'll be

this wouldn't be some petty squabble. The consequences

entire future would be over-no chance

earlier threat of a

too well. Her face drained of color, but

to glare at Elodie, her

"Do you

there any limit to how

was banking on the developer's identity being secret-using that to bluff her way

is here." Klein's voice was cold, uncharacteristically so,

who the U.N2 developer was?