How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 713

When Sprague saw the situation unfolding before him, his expression froze for a split second—he just couldn't help it.

He was sure he'd arranged for that woman and her daughter to be sent far away.

When did Jarrod step in and intercept them?

And he'd even put on a show like this...

Did that mean Watts might have failed on his end too?

This whole plan had been meant to help Watts secure a massive market, but now

"Big brother, what do you think of this approach?" Jarrod glanced at him, a faint, almost polite smile on his lips, but his eyes stayed cold.

Sprague's face shifted instantly. Meeting Jarrod's gaze, he understood-Jarrod had figured out everything.

He was back now as a warning.

Sprague had never revealed his identity to the deceased, and he was certain the man's wife had no idea who he was, but if Jarrod had managed to bring them

back, he must've pieced it all together.

"Handling these kinds of things-you're the only one who can get it done so quick and cheap." Sprague tucked his phone away, forcing a thin smile.

But deep down, he was starting to worry about Watts.

Elodie, silent this whole time, watched Sprague for a moment.

She kept her lips pressed together, not saying a word.

know how precarious

Jarrod

if one of us wins, we all win; if one falls, we all fall. I'm sure you understand, big brother,"

twitched. He managed a half-hearted smile, but a

old lady

beamed and walked over.

the storm she'd weathered earlier. She simply nodded. "It's nothing. Your birthday's tomorrow, so I wanted to come home early and

warmer. "Good, good. Such thoughtful children. I've already sent invitations to your grandmother and uncle's family-I've asked

agreed softly

family came

interrupt the grandmother

quietly slipped out

down the hallway for a while, stopping near the pond before finally

time for Watts to

gave nothing away. "Mr. Silverstein, your work is just as mediocre as

know better than anyone this wasn't easy to handle. Jarrod's always two steps ahead that's the only

interest in

handed Jarrod another chance to polish

would only make things harder

to waste any more words,

window, his usually relaxed features

victory from him yet

glanced down at

palm-the one that had been found and

cleaning staff recovered it before it disappeared for

at the creamy white

time, his mind