How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 736

Malcom looked utterly stunned.

He never expected Jarrod to speak to him with such cold cruelty.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his face turning even paler. “Fine, you can have them. But I want to see the money in my account first.”

He was starting to understand—Elodie really did have influence if Jarrod was willing to go this far for her.

Forcing a stiff smile, Malcom tried to play nice, biting back his frustration. “Jarrod, come on, this project was your idea in the first place. Now that things have gone sideways, you can’t just turn your back on me—professionally or personally. After all, I’m Elodie’s father. For her sake, you ought to help, don’t you think?”

He was desperate now, completely out of options.

The disaster at that project had come out of nowhere, and the repayment deadline was bearing down on him fast.

If he didn’t fix this soon, The Harcourt Group would be finished.

Jarrod leaned back in his chair, tapping his knuckles against the desk. “If President Harcourt had shown Elodie any real affection, maybe you and I would still have something to discuss. But since you mean nothing to her now, tell me—why should I clean up your mess?”

Malcom’s face looked sickly.

But he’d spent years maneuvering in the business world; he could tell that, beneath Jarrod’s hard shell, he was still protecting Elodie.

Clearly, Jarrod cared about her reputation—hence the demand for the photos.

Malcom didn’t dare push his luck. Instead, he forced another smile. “The photos aren’t a problem. Actually, I’ve got even more—stuff with real bite. Here’s my offer: you wire me eight million, just enough to settle with a few creditors right now. I’m not asking you to cover everything. I’ll hand over all the photos. It’s a fair deal, right?”

He’d already worked it out in his mind.

With that money, he could appease his most pressing creditors.

There were still other loans out there, but once he’d dealt with the urgent ones and had some cash flowing back in, he could handle the rest.

As long as things didn’t spiral out of control, he still had a shot at turning things around.

Luckily, the other creditors—local companies in Eldermere—knew he was Jarrod’s father-in-law and would probably cut him some slack.

“Andrea, transfer the money from my personal account,” Jarrod said without hesitation.

He fixed Malcom with a level gaze, his tone steady and unyielding. “As for the negatives, hand them over now. The money will be wired immediately.”

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