How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

When Sprague saw the situation unfolding before him, his expression froze for a split second—he just couldn't help it.

He was sure he'd arranged for that woman and her daughter to be sent far away.

When did Jarrod step in and intercept them?

And he'd even put on a show like this...

Did that mean Watts might have failed on his end too?

This whole plan had been meant to help Watts secure a massive market, but now

"Big brother, what do you think of this approach?" Jarrod glanced at him, a faint, almost polite smile on his lips, but his eyes stayed cold.

Sprague's face shifted instantly. Meeting Jarrod's gaze, he understood-Jarrod had figured out everything.

He was back now as a warning.

Sprague had never revealed his identity to the deceased, and he was certain the man's wife had no idea who he was, but if Jarrod had managed to bring them

back, he must've pieced it all together.

"Handling these kinds of things-you're the only one who can get it done so quick and cheap." Sprague tucked his phone away, forcing a thin smile.

But deep down, he was starting to worry about Watts.

Elodie, silent this whole time, watched Sprague for a moment.

She kept her lips pressed together, not saying a word.

How could she not know how precarious things were, with enemies inside and out?

At least Jarrod was cautious enough.

"Exactly. This way, if one of us wins, we all win; if one falls, we all fall. I'm sure you understand, big brother," Jarrod replied blandly.

Sprague's lips twitched. He managed a half-hearted smile, but a vein throbbed at his temple.

Just then, the old lady came downstairs.

Seeing Elodie, she beamed and walked over. "Sweetheart, you're all home early today?"

Elodie didn't mention the storm she'd weathered earlier. She simply nodded. "It's nothing. Your birthday's tomorrow, so I wanted to come home early and help."

The old woman's smile grew even warmer. "Good, good. Such thoughtful children. I've already sent invitations to your grandmother and uncle's family-I've asked someone to deliver them. Tomorrow, Jarrod can bring them over to the party."

Elodie agreed softly and obediently.

After all, tomorrow was the last day. Even if her grandmother's family came and the truth about her divorce slipped out, it wouldn't matter anymore.

Jarrod didn't interrupt the grandmother and granddaughter's conversation.

Sprague quietly slipped out of the sitting room.

He strolled down the hallway for a while, stopping near the pond before finally calling Watts.

It took a long time for Watts to pick up.

His voice gave nothing away. "Mr. Silverstein, your work is just as mediocre as ever."

Sprague frowned. "You know better than anyone this wasn't easy to handle. Jarrod's always two steps ahead that's the only reason he pulled this off. I still have no idea how he tracked down that woman and her kid."

Watts had no interest in rehashing the failure.

"Well, thank you, I suppose. You just handed Jarrod another chance to polish his company's image."

His mood was foul-today's defeat would only make things harder going forward.

Not wanting to waste any more words, he hung up.

Watts stood at the window, his usually relaxed features hardened and cold.

Thinking of Jarrod snatching victory from him yet again, Watts scowled

and glanced down at the art

earring in his palm-the one that had been found and returned.

Patricia had meant to lose it, but the cleaning staff recovered it before it disappeared for good.

He stared at the creamy white pearl

for a long time, his mind replaying

Elodie's frosty attitude that

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shielded Jarrod.

Even after everything Jarrod had put her through, she'd still refused to open her eyes to the truth.

He was sick of women who let their emotions rule them.

Patricia entered just then, catching sight of Watts lost in thought, gazing at something in his hand.

Her heels clicked across the floor as she approached. “What's on your mind?"noveldrama

Watts clenched his fist around the earring and slipped it back into his pocket, turning away. "What are you doing here?"

Patricia had already heard whispers about what happened especially the way Elodie and Jarrod had worked together to clean up the mess.

Her expression was frosty. "Looks like you miscalculated, huh? If anything, the two of them seem even closer now."

Watts brushed past her.

"So what?"

"Didn't you promise me you'd split them up? Can't even handle Elodie?" Patricia sneered.

Watts paused in the middle of pouring himself a drink, his eyes darkening.

"If you can't get to Jarrod, how much help do you really think you'll be to me?"