How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 648

Watts stared at Jarrod in open surprise, clearly confused. "Isn't it a good thing we found her early? Mr. Silverstein, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Jarrod turned, his gaze steady and unreadable, but there was something unsettling lurking beneath that calm surface.

"I think we can drop the pretense," he said, his tone cold. "Let's just be honest with each other."

The realization hit Watts, and he asked with a wry smile, "You mean you think I'm involved in this?"

He gave a short laugh. "Mr. Silverstein, I do like Elodie-but I'm not desperate enough to pull a stunt like this to win her over."

"We both know exactly what's at stake here," Jarrod replied, his eyes dark and assessing as he looked down at Watts. "The timing was perfect, wasn't it? You just happened to find her before I arrived. And the moment you pulled Elodie out, you announced that the Silverstein Group had won the contract. Mr. Aldridge, you've gotten a lot craftier since two years ago."

When Jarrod mentioned "two years ago," Watts maintained an air of innocence, not rising to the bait.

"If you don't trust me, there's nothing I can do about it," Watts said with a resigned shrug. "Prejudice really is a terrible thing, Mr. Silverstein. I have no intention of making an enemy of you. Besides, I truly was worried about Elodie."

Of course, Jarrod already knew that.

Evidence was always elusive-there would never be any real proof.

Some things could only be understood in silence.

from today,

lashes and said coolly, "It's a pity, though. I never said VistaLink Technologies lost

Watts narrowed his eyes.

one last remark: "Mr. Aldridge, we have all the

were better left

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voice came through. "Where are you? Dad's been looking for me-he's ordered me back to Verdania as soon

me a 'bodyguard' lately. Is he

couldn't shake them

silently to Patricia's complaints, knowing she

He said nothing.

He simply hung up.

the direction where

at the single pearl

the chance to return it before

between his fingers, then, after a moment's hesitation, slipped