How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 565

Klein, who represented the military, wore a grim expression as he turned to Sylvie. "Sylvie, I'll need your full cooperation as we continue the investigation."

The atmosphere instantly reached a boiling point.

No one could have anticipated things would escalate this far.

Across the room, Watts fell silent for a long while before finally fixing his gaze on Elodie. A complicated mix of emotions flickered in his eyes. He'd always known Elodie was extraordinary-maybe even more capable than he was—but he'd never imagined she'd be caught up in something like this.

Now, faced with the result, Sylvie seemed to freeze, her breathing ragged as she stared across at Waldron, who sat calmly at the head table. For the first time, she lost her composure in public, utterly bewildered. How had it come to this?

Waldron noticed Sylvie's look. His eyes narrowed, a cold smirk curling at his lips. "You've got some nerve. That was a risky move-did you ever consider the consequences?"

Of course he understood what had happened.

Yesterday had been the only chance Sylvie had to get close.

No matter whose technical data it was-Elodie's or not-Sylvie's actions were reprehensible. Like a desperate gambler, she'd assumed those numbers belonged to Waldron, so she'd memorized and reused them without a second thought.

Did she really think he wouldn't call her out in public? Or that he simply wouldn't notice?

It was nothing but petty trickery.

She'd made her choice; now she would have to face the consequences.

of

hung

hope had drained from her in a single

think of any way

her conscience the night before, but now, given how things had unfolded, she'd realized that if she didn't take a gamble, she'd never have a chance to turn things around. She'd convinced herself that borrowing Waldron's data might go unnoticed-perhaps he'd let it slide for the sake of appearances, and she'd secure her spot on the "national team." Maybe Waldron would even feel a sense of pride.

had given her no

expected the data to have come from Elodie. One careless

she resign herself to

rimmed red, Sylvie looked desperately toward

returning her gaze, he addressed Klein. "Go ahead with

Just those few words.

She looked at him in

the industry, not just at home but internationally. There would be no place left for her.

She stared at Jarrod, who remained perfectly composed, and suddenly realized something had been off for quite

forced

undergo questioning and a formal

she passed the VIP section on her way out, her

and look

she didn't care

glanced sideways at