How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 747

He didn’t even insist on personally watching Patricia being taken away by force. Instead, he was the first to suggest breaking the news to the press.

This way, the fallout wouldn’t be too severe.

Of course, Eaton understood what was going on.

Jarrod was giving him an out—a way to save face.

Now, there was a measured path for both sides. After that earlier deadlock, suddenly there was room to maneuver again.

Eaton felt heavy-hearted, but not because of Jarrod’s “threats.” What truly pained him was seeing how Patricia had ended up like this.

“Well then, I won’t keep you any longer,” Jarrod said, making it clear he saw no need for empty pleasantries.

Watts watched Jarrod’s every move, his gaze dark and unreadable.

Who would have guessed, seeing this poised and courteous man, that he was the same Jarrod who had just ruthlessly forced everyone’s hand?

It seemed as if an agreement had been reached. Both sides looked relieved, as if nothing was left to trouble them.

But...

Eldrion Global was caught in the crossfire, an innocent casualty.

They’d suffered real damage.

Watts followed Jarrod out the door.

Just before getting into the car, Watts shot Jarrod a cold glare. “You say you’re standing up for Elodie, but you didn’t miss your chance to strike at Eldrion Global. Jarrod, you really are vicious to the core.”

The problems facing Eldrion Global weren’t the kind that could be solved overnight.

This wasn’t something a simple clarification could fix. The ripple effects would linger.

Jarrod had taken this opportunity to get back at them for what happened last time, when they’d tried to trip up his materials company.

He was ruthless, leaving no room for mercy.

Meanwhile, Jarrod’s own materials firm would now be even more valued by the powers that be, and both VistaLink Technologies and Nexus Analytics could use this chance to shine.

Jarrod turned, eyes cold and indifferent. “I told you—you still have a lot to learn.”

With that, he got into the car.

He leaned back against the seat, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

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