How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 635

"Reba, that's no way to talk about your sister," Malcom cut her off, his tone stern.

Elodie watched their little performance with a cool detachment, not even bothering to offer them tea. "If you have something to say, just say it."

Malcom forced a smile, clearly eager to get to the point. "Elodie, lately I've been hearing some big news... Sounds like Jarrod's pulled off quite a coup-secured a market that's practically unheard of, both here and abroad. I even had someone look into it for me. From what I hear, Jarrod's investment could easily pull in millions in pure profit every year. Your father's been thinking about getting into investments himself. Maybe you could put in a word, get the Harcourt family in on the action?"

The business world had already been in turmoil over Jarrod's latest move.

It was the kind of strategic win that left everyone stunned.

So young, and he'd managed to corner such a massive, monopolistic market- how could anyone not be rattled by that?

The profit alone was enough to make people lose their minds.

Elodie eyed Malcom's greedy expression with icy disdain. "Mr. Harcourt, your appetite is insatiable. Aren't you afraid it'll be the death of you?"

Reba shot Elodie a furious glare. "Aren't you afraid of tempting fate? Who talks to their father like that?"

met her gaze, unruffled. "Didn't you always insist that I was the outsider, and you were the real Harcourt heiress?

a petty heart like that, how do you expect to accomplish anything?"

in annoyance. "That's enough! Save the bickering- you're here because you need

anymore. I was thinking—it might be good for her to work with you for a while. You could show her the ropes, introduce her to some valuable contacts. With you guiding her,

people's shamelessness truly

cold laugh. "Mr. Harcourt, have you grown so old you think you can just toss aside your pride? Let me be perfectly clear: if you want a piece of Jarrod's business,

made it clear they were

was sure her words couldn't be more

Malcom's expression finally changed.

smile vanished, replaced by a complicated look. "Elodie, shutting every door like this will only hurt you in the

and excitement flickered in

She'd rather learn the hard way-why bother being

a strange, uneasy premonition

And sure enough-

slid a photograph onto Elodie's desk. "K really didn't want things to come to

down-and in that instant, her