How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 737

It was nothing, really.

A phone on the table buzzed to life.

Jarrod spared it only a passing glance.

Unknown number.

He pressed decline.

Whoever was on the other end seemed to grow impatient and kept calling, again and again.

In between flipping through The Harcourt Group’s files, Jarrod simply blocked the number.

—

Elodie hadn’t rested for long.

Her last episode had caught everyone off guard.

There was still unfinished business at the research base—she needed to wrap up phase one of the project.

She made her way to the hangar to test the new system.

System maintenance was a tedious process, requiring round after round of diagnostics.

By the time she finished, evening was drawing near.

Walking from the hangar toward the data center, she crossed paths with Watts, who had just stepped out of his car.

Ever since the incident a while back, Elodie hadn’t seen Watts in some time.

Watts caught sight of her—his usually composed expression flickered with something unspoken.

He stood there, watching her.

Elodie barely glanced up before returning her focus to the data sheets in her hands.

The higher-ups were still investigating her claim about the data tampering.

Clearly, it wasn’t a simple matter—there were no leads yet.

But Elodie had already figured out enough.

She knew exactly what kind of person she was dealing with.

She had no intention of speaking to Watts again.

She didn’t bother with a greeting, just turned to head upstairs.

But Watts called out first. “Elodie, can we talk?”

She had no choice but to stop.

There was no one else around; his voice was clear and direct.

Watts could see it plainly—Elodie’s indifference, her refusal to even acknowledge him.

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