How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 571

One rejection after another-it was all too much. Sylvie felt herself unraveling, unable to keep up the poised composure she'd always prided herself on. No one could be expected to weather this kind of storm without breaking.

She'd told herself she could handle it, that she'd figure something out on her own before dragging anyone else into this mess.

But now...

It was as if she'd been yanked out of her daydream and dumped back into cold, hard reality.

Reality that stung-a raw, unyielding truth.

She realized, painfully, that she didn't actually have any useful connections. Maybe she'd never really belonged in this world, never truly stood as an equal among these people.

Joseph's reaction, especially, was something she just couldn't accept.

Right now, Maurice was the only one left who might still speak up for her. Even if

all he could do was try persuading Joseph, or slip word of her situation to Jarrod -anything would be better than nothing.

Sylvie's hopes sank lower and lower.

She didn't care about appearances anymore. She spun her car around and headed straight for the club where Maurice spent most of his time.

Maurice heard Sylvie was there, he didn't stop her. Instead, he sent someone to bring

look so disheveled, so desperate. Yet beneath the desperation, there was still an unmistakable fire in her

to move around now?" Maurice arched an eyebrow,

wasn't free-she was still being watched, she

know what Jarrod's plans are right now," Sylvie said, her

was out of

watching her with a faint, almost amused smile. "What plans could

hesitated, searching his face. "So he hasn't figured out a

lot of critics right now. If you hadn't tried to publicly attack Elodie, maybe things wouldn't

letting the question hang between them. "Why would someone

stared at

friendly enough,

But his words...

paling despite herself.

they're not going to waste their resources on someone who brings them nothing but trouble. What made you think Jarrod

was stunned, icy dread creeping up

to

away, leaving her

high-pitched ringing filled

to pull her under-but