How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 579

The terms had nothing to do with the company; Sylvie had signed them herself.

Which meant that now…

Andrea looked at her calmly. “This agreement was signed in Ms. Fielding’s personal capacity. It’s not binding on the company, so Ms. Fielding will need to pay an additional sixty million herself.”

Sylvie felt her face go rigid, then drain of all color.

She’d completely forgotten about the private bet she’d signed. Even though Neural Intelligence had changed hands, the agreement only bound her, personally.

Jarrod had never brought it up, and she’d taken that as a sign he didn’t intend to hold it over her.

She never imagined that, now that she was backed into a corner, the agreement would resurface—

It was the final straw, the one that would break her.

Sylvie stared at Jarrod, disbelief etched across her face. “Jarrod, you’re joking, aren’t you?”

He stood beneath a black umbrella, approaching slowly, separated from her by the doorway.

His expression was as unreadable as ever. “If everything’s settled, you should head home.”

Sylvie’s breath came in jagged bursts, her eyes rimmed red. “Jarrod, what… what is this supposed to mean?”

He simply lowered his gaze, the darkness in his eyes reflecting the cold drizzle of the night.

Sylvie felt her world shatter. She lurched forward, grabbing the door frame. “Can we talk? I admit it—I shouldn’t have tried to get involved with Mr. Ferguson. I know that put you in a difficult spot. But we… we made things official. I gave myself to you, Jarrod. Please don’t do this to me.”

It had taken them so long to finally become a couple.

Everything was supposed to be getting better.

She could take the disdain from Maurice and Joseph; she didn’t care about them.

But Jarrod—him, she couldn’t accept losing.