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.

precarious things were, with

least Jarrod was

if one of us wins, we all win; if one

lips twitched. He managed a half-hearted smile, but a vein throbbed at

then, the old lady

Elodie, she beamed and walked over. "Sweetheart, you're all

"It's nothing. Your birthday's tomorrow, so I wanted to come home early

I've already sent invitations to your grandmother and uncle's family-I've asked someone to deliver them.

softly and

her grandmother's family came

didn't interrupt the grandmother and granddaughter's

quietly slipped out of

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

a long time for Watts

your work

that's the only reason he pulled this off. I still have no idea how he

had no interest in

You just handed Jarrod another chance to polish his

mood was foul-today's defeat would

waste any more words, he

window, his usually relaxed features hardened and

Jarrod snatching victory from him yet

down at

that

had meant to lose it, but the cleaning staff recovered

the creamy white

long time, his