How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 698

The next morning.

Elodie was up at dawn.

Her submission of the material data had finally been approved. At the last minute, she was informed that Jarrod's team would be running a live trial of the materials in the hangar—a new step that hadn't been part of the process before. Clearly, someone had just added it to the schedule.

She needed to be there to oversee everything.

The SX Alloy would be adapted for use in all fighter jets, and if today's impromptu test went smoothly, it would officially be put into service.

The test site was set up in Sector Three.

Several high-level executives would be coming today as well.

As the project partner, Jarrod was expected to attend. It was, after all, a historic moment.

Klein Whitaker and his team were still upstairs in a meeting when Jarrod arrived at the test site.

He had barely set foot on the grounds when he spotted Patricia, visitor's badge in hand.

With the proper clearance, she was allowed to observe any experiments that weren't strictly classified.

As soon as she saw Jarrod, Patricia made a beeline for him. "I figured you'd be here today," she said.

away, his voice cool. "Miss Aldridge, you seem to have

it's on people and things that matter,

no intention of entertaining her banter. His expression, as always,

him, head tilted in faint concern. "Are you all right? You seem a little off

so often had worn him down. And Elodie... she was still a thorn

a fight with Elodie, did you?" Patricia reached out, as if to touch his

hard to place, and

the car-just in time to see

lifting his

al.n

seeing Patricia in person made Elodie pause for a brief second, but her face betrayed nothing. When

ambiguous. "You know, Elodie really doesn't seem to care about you. That's not how

unchanged. But her words

everything that had gone wrong

it show. His voice was calm, almost indifferent. "That's because she knows she's the only one I care about. No one else matters enough

smile faded, her breath catching at

hard

up in mess with Ivan.

someone better. Someone who'd

actually put you first."