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.

tone frosty. "I'm aware of some of the details. If needed, I'm available

hung in the

suddenly felt hollow, as if all hope had drained from her

couldn't think of any way

things around. She'd convinced herself that borrowing Waldron's data might go unnoticed-perhaps he'd

her no such

never expected the data

how could she

rimmed red, Sylvie looked desperately

stirred, but instead of returning her gaze, he addressed Klein. "Go ahead with

Just those few words.

She looked at him in panic, unsure if Jarrod might have some secret plan

be blacklisted from the industry, not just at home but internationally. There would be no place

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

was forced to step

to undergo questioning

the VIP section on her way out, her face drained of

help but stop and look at Jarrod.

didn't care about appearances

at