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 things were, with enemies

least Jarrod was

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

smile, but a vein throbbed at

old

over. "Sweetheart, you're all

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

good. Such thoughtful children. I've already sent invitations to your grandmother and uncle's family-I've asked someone to deliver them. Tomorrow, Jarrod can bring them over

softly

all, tomorrow was the last day. Even if her grandmother's family came and the truth about her divorce slipped out, it wouldn't matter

the grandmother and

slipped out of

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

took a long time for Watts to pick

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

only reason he pulled this off. I still have no idea how

no interest in rehashing

just handed Jarrod another

would only

to waste any more words, he

stood at the window, his usually relaxed features

from him

glanced down

one that had

the cleaning staff recovered it before it disappeared for

stared at the

time, his