How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 589

"Jarrod, what's that supposed to mean?" Sylvie's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she fought to keep her emotions in check.

He looked at her, his gaze deep, unreadable. Even though his expression was calm and composed, something about it sent a chill racing down Sylvie's spine.

"I was late because I had to deal with something. Is that a problem?" Jarrod's tone was perfectly even, betraying nothing.

But Sylvie felt her heart clench with dread.

Elodie, watching Sylvie's reaction, suddenly understood everything.

At a time like this, who else would try something so underhanded?

What really surprised her was that Sylvie would still dare to play dirty, knowing full

well she'd be held accountable for her actions. And instead of just cutting her losses and slipping away, Sylvie had to drag Elodie down with her?

"Oh? I honestly thought you weren't coming." Sylvie steadied her voice, as if she hadn't the faintest idea what Jarrod had been dealing with.

Jarrod's eyes were icy as he looked at her. Not a single wasted word: "You have two options. First, apologize to her and beg her forgiveness. Second, Andrea- break her filthy hand."

Elodie's eyes widened ever so slightly.

She was stunned to hear words like that from Jarrod, a man who was always so poised, so self-controlled.

Sylvie froze, then stared at him in disbelief.

over from Europe as a "special assistant," but everyone knew she was really Jarrod's bodyguard. Keith had once

Sylvie knew it wouldn't be as simple

calm facade, and

Elodie couldn't help glancing at

He's... actually angry?

clenched her jaw, her face rigid and voice

wrong? Why should

His eyes shuttered coldly. "If

caught

Jarrod know everything... even about

icy despair swept

cigarettes, about to fight one, but hesitated. His gaze flicked to

eyes fixed on

watched him in

together so long, once so in love but now, even with Sylvie

Even toward a woman he'd once cared for

could be this merciless.

least, that's what Elodie

really, none of this mess was her doing. She was perfectly clear on

caught in a

to escape was drawing closer. If this dragged on, she'd lose

eyes

down, she knew that Jarrod's demand for