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.

"I'm aware of some of the details.

words hung

as if all hope had drained from

of any way to salvage the

never have a chance to turn things around. She'd convinced herself that borrowing Waldron's data might go unnoticed-perhaps he'd let

given her

never expected the data to have come from

how could she resign herself to

red, Sylvie

stirred, but instead of returning her gaze, he

Just those few words.

She looked at him in panic,

higher-ups involved, if her guilt was confirmed, she'd be blacklisted from the industry, not just at home but

of her daze. She stared at Jarrod, who remained perfectly

forced to step

to undergo questioning and a formal

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

stop and look

moment, she didn't care about

sideways at her, his expression