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.

she entered, Maurice looked her over. It was the first time he'd ever seen the once-glamorous Sylvie look so disheveled, so desperate. Yet beneath the desperation, there was still

to move around now?" Maurice arched an eyebrow, his tone

a nerve. Of course she wasn't free-she

came to ask if you know what Jarrod's plans are right now," Sylvie said, her voice guarded. "You know this whole thing...

out

on a barstool, watching her with a faint, almost amused smile. "What plans could Jarrod possibly

his face. "So he

a lot of critics right now. If you hadn't tried to publicly attack Elodie, maybe things wouldn't have gotten so ugly. With

"Why would someone like

at him in

still looked friendly enough, just like he always

But his words...

herself. "Maurice,

is all about power and influence, but they're not going to waste their resources on someone who brings

dread creeping

to do. You know

walked away, leaving her in the echoing

high-pitched ringing filled Sylvie's

to pull her under-but