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.

but everyone knew she was really Jarrod's bodyguard. Keith had once mentioned she was ruthless when it came to getting

knew it wouldn't be as simple as

facade, and though he still

glancing at him in

He's... actually angry?

face rigid and voice trembling

Why

shuttered coldly. "If you refuse, then you won't be

caught in

could Jarrod know everything... even about her plan to use her connections to sneak out of the

instant, icy despair swept

for his pack of cigarettes, about to fight one, but hesitated. His gaze flicked to Elodie beside him, then he tossed

clear, glacial eyes fixed

him in

but now, even with Sylvie

toward a woman he'd once cared for

could be this merciless.

that's what Elodie saw before

up for her, demanding justice. But really, none of this mess was her doing.

caught in a storm of panic and

drawing closer. If this dragged on,

composure began to crumble; her eyes were red as she

a painful knot. Deep down, she knew that Jarrod's demand for an apology was never just about saying a

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