How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Her gaze had turned to ice.

She'd worked so hard since coming back to the country-built up a company of this scale, everything had finally been moving in the right direction. And now... it had all shattered.

The words hung in the air.

Even Alexander couldn't help but frown. It seemed to him that Sylvie was desperately trying to pin her own failures on someone else. If she hadn't made those mistakes, would they even be in this situation?

Elodie looked over at her, suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of futility, as if there was an unbridgeable gap between them. She let out a short, humorless laugh, her voice calm but razor-sharp. "Sylvie, honestly, I just find you... kind of pathetic."

She didn't even have the energy to argue anymore.

There was no point-no clarity, no way to win.

When you're blind to the truth, there's nothing left to say.

Sylvie, for her part, was unraveling, panic creeping in. This was her worst nightmare come to life. She shot a desperate look at Jarrod, seated across the

room.

Jarrod met her eyes.

He raised his hand slowly, motioning for her to sit down-a gesture meant to calm her.

Then he looked at Elodie, his eyes shadowed and intent. "Ms. Thorne, as per the bylaws, we have to consider the shareholding proportions. I hold shares on behalf of Nexus Analytics, but combined, she and Miss Selma's stake isn't less than mine."

The moment Jarrod finished speaking, Sylvie's face drained of all color.

Elodie's lips curled in a mocking smile as she turned to Jarrod. "In that case, Mr. Silverstein, perhaps you should ask Ms. Fielding just how many shares she still owns."

A shiver of dread swept over Sylvie.

She had sold off eight percent-not enough left to compete, not by a long shot. Jarrod finally looked at her, his expression expectant, waiting for an answer. Sylvie opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She hadn't told Jarrod about selling those shares; she'd hoped she could buy them back later and pretend it had never happened.

Jarrod had no idea, which was why he thought he could challenge Elodie on her behalf.

And that knowledge gnawed at her-she was exposed.

But...

Elodie stood, finally looking at Sylvie, who was now bracing herself against the table, staring blankly at the stack of documents.

"Please handle the transfer

procedures as soon as possible, Elodie said coldly. "That includes your mother's shares. The company will be initiating a compulsory transfer-Ms. Fielding."

"From this day forward, you have no further connection to Neural Intelligence."

The words struck home.

Sylvie collapsed into her chair, as if all her strength had been snatched away.

She'd never imagined things would spiral to this extent. The shock left her reeling, her mind a chaotic blur She tried to piece together an argument, but nothing came-Ker thoughts were scrambled beyond

repair. ond

All she could cling to were the facts: Nexus Analytics had been Jarrod's way of saving her from Elodie's defamation lawsuit. Elodie had. seized the opportunity and taken Nexus Analytics for herself. Now, Jarrod didn't know she'd diverted company dividends, let alone that she'd sold off shares, leaving him powerless to fight Elodie head-on.

Yet underneath it all, there was something else—something she couldn't quite

grasp gnawing at her, filling her with dread and resistance.

Her complexion grew even more ashen.

Elodie had no intention of lingering.

The matter was settled; the rest was Sylvie's problem now.

As for Jarrod...noveldrama

When Elodie passed by him, her eyes flickered over his face, a faint crease forming between her brows.

Even if Jarrod had signed the agreement ages ago when he gave her Nexus Analytics to shield Sylvie could he really have forgotten about it?

No, not with the kind of man he was. Elodie knew Jarrod too well; he wouldn't overlook something like this.

Alexander glanced at Sylvie as he was about to leave, pausing for a moment. "Ms. Fielding, I suppose we can't call you 'President Fielding' anymore, can we?"