How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 818

Watts was gone.

Elodie’s expression slowly regained its composure. Lowering her gaze, she pressed her fingernails into the back of her hand, forcing her thoughts into sharper focus.

Everything she’d just heard was nothing but Watts’s word—no proof, no evidence.

There was no way she’d let herself be dragged back to his country just like that.

And abandoning Jarrod without any explanation? Out of the question.

She heard the click of the lock turning outside the door.

Only after she was sure Watts had walked away did she reach deep into her pocket and pull out her hidden phone.

It was powered on now. Apart from a flickering screen, it seemed to be working.

She moved to the window, searching for a signal.

Just one bar—weak and unreliable.

The signal kept flickering, fading in and out.

A knot of frustration tightened in her chest. She knew she couldn’t afford to wait here much longer.

All she could do was put her hope in the phone.

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Upstairs, Watts’s mood was tangled and dark.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, but hadn’t taken a sip when his phone rang.

He glanced at the number and picked up.

A voice reported, “Mr. Aldridge, it looks like Quinn… failed.”

Watts’s grip on the glass tightened abruptly.

A cold, violent edge flashed in his eyes.

He was genuinely surprised.

How could anyone survive a situation like that—caught in a perfect trap from both sides?

How did Jarrod escape?

Before he could ask, the voice on the other end delivered another bombshell.

“And one more thing, Mr. Aldridge. We dug up something interesting. We’ve been tracking Jarrod’s international movements. He travels a lot, which isn’t odd for someone in his position. But our latest analysis shows that, for several months, his most frequent destination has been New York City.”

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