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.

how precarious things were, with enemies inside and

Jarrod was cautious

one falls,

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

old

and walked over. "Sweetheart, you're all home

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

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

softly

Even if her grandmother's family came and the truth about her divorce slipped

didn't interrupt the grandmother

out

hallway for a while, stopping near the pond before

a long time for

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

"You know better than anyone this wasn't easy to handle. Jarrod's always two steps ahead that's the only reason he pulled this off. I still have no idea how he

had no interest

you, I suppose. You just handed Jarrod another chance to

would only make

to waste any

stood at the window, his usually

victory from him yet again, Watts

glanced down at

in his palm-the one that

cleaning staff recovered

stared at the

a long time, his