How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 519

Maurice shrugged, tilting his chin in the direction he wanted Grady to look. “Her husband hasn’t said a word yet. Maybe you should hold your horses.”

Grady froze, caught off guard.

He glanced instinctively over at Jarrod.

Color drained from his face, then returned in uneven waves of red and white. But he couldn’t muster a retort.

Sylvie, meanwhile, still believed Elodie had shown up today just to play hard to get. After all, the past was the past—was it really worth nitpicking over old grudges?

In her mind, it was all about the deal not being sweet enough.

Hard to say, though.

Maybe Elodie’s real goal was to get her out of Jarrod’s orbit.

Sylvie frowned slightly, an ironic gleam in her eyes as she fixed her gaze on Elodie. “Ms. Thorne, don’t be so quick to draw lines in the sand. If your offer isn’t strong enough, add to it. If you’re willing to negotiate, I can put a major secret on the table—something that involves the fast-track selection of national research talent. There’s an opportunity to participate in top-tier government projects. I’d imagine you’d be very interested in a chance like that.”

She figured an opportunity like this—if Charlie Sterling had offered it to Elodie—would seem unfair.

But Elodie probably hadn’t even heard about it yet.

If she could bring it up before Charlie did and use it as leverage, it would be a smart move.

It was only then that Elodie looked directly at Sylvie.

Even though Sylvie hadn’t been explicit, Elodie instantly understood what she was hinting at.

She glanced, almost without thinking, toward Jarrod, who was standing not far behind Sylvie.

Their eyes met, and in that calm exchange, a silent message passed between them.

In that moment, Elodie understood.

Sylvie really did know about the fast-track program—the selection process for joining the sixth-generation team.

And Jarrod’s sources…

They were almost too well-informed.

She’d always said it—papers were one thing, but in the real world, Elodie wasn’t necessarily her equal.

So, sharing this “news” with Elodie cost her nothing.

Sylvie’s haughty tone made Elodie want to laugh. Even Alexander couldn’t help clicking his tongue in disbelief. The confidence was almost comical.

If only Sylvie knew Elodie wasn’t just a shoo-in for the competition, but already had her foot in the door for the sixth-generation project and the follow-up assignments—would she still be so smug?

“Ms. Thorne, this is a rare deal. Opportunities like this don’t come around often.” Sylvie cast Elodie a cool glance, convinced she didn’t grasp the significance.

She almost found it funny.

Did Elodie really think she could climb that high?

Elodie was just about to speak when a sudden commotion erupted upstairs. One of the senior executives from Neural Intelligence hurried down, his face troubled. He scanned the room, then found Jarrod.

“Mr. Fielding… There’s been an incident.”