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.

accusation proved true, the consequences

clearly rattled, went pale. "You can't just throw accusations around without proof! Are we not here to discuss your

his gaze directly, her eyes finally settling on Sylvie. "And

eerily so, sending a

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

quiet statement was like tossing a lit match into a

way... Someone of that caliber?

it? But how would she know

open competition-this isn't just some corporate spat. If she's found guilty,

came to that, this wouldn't be some petty squabble. The

be over-no chance

threat of a year or

too well. Her face drained of color, but

to glare at Elodie,

"Do you even hear

there any limit to how far you'll go just to target

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

right. She is here." Klein's voice was cold, uncharacteristically so, as he

His own father knew who the U.N2 developer was? And she was