How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Sylvie paused for a moment, a shadow flickering across her eyes, but her voice remained calm. "As for the competition, she's not even in my league-whether she can even make it inside is another question. When it comes to Jarrod, she can't outshine me in love either. The only thing she still clings to is the Silverstein name, but after the competition, the Silverstein family will have made their choice."

Selma understood exactly what she meant.

For now, there was no need to do anything.

"Alright, focus on your preparation. Even if Mrs. Quinn is wary about your situation, her son has always had a soft spot for you. If you ever need anything, he won't hesitate to help." Selma hoped it wouldn't come to that she didn't want Sylvie to have to worry about such things.

Sylvie stood up and headed upstairs. "I know."

Meanwhile, Elodie received her notice.

She was to be ready the following day to check into a designated hotel. The third round of the competition would last three days, and all participants had to stay there under unified arrangements.

The venue was Eldermere's largest and most famous national stadium.

Elodie packed her bags with everything she'd need for the next three days.

The next morning, Alexander arrived to pick her up.

“This hotel is one of the sponsors. Besides the thirty-some contestants who made it to round three, all the star judges from around the world and VIP guests are staying there. Isn't this hotel owned by the Silverstein family?" Alexander asked as they drove.

Elodie nodded. "It is."

Alexander frowned slightly.

Jarrod was the sponsor.

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It had to be for Sylvie's sake. Otherwise, why would he throw that kind of money at this?

Elodie understood all too well, but she couldn't be bothered to dwell on it anymore.

As they neared the stadium, Elodie caught sight of a massive sponsor banner emblazoned with the Silverstein Group's logo towering over the entrance.

It was impossible to miss.

Clearly, the Silversteins hadn't just sponsored the hotel-they'd backed the whole event.

With them as the main sponsor, the competition's budget had skyrocketed, and so had public attention.

When they pulled up to the hotel, Elodie spotted Charlie just stepping out of a car. Delighted, she hurried over. "You're here too!"

Charlie glanced at her. "I'm one of the judges, but I'm not staying at the hotel. I just happened to be passing by, wanted to check how you were holding up. Make sure you're not about to be overshadowed by all these up-and-coming prodigies."

Elodie couldn't help but laugh.

Alexander, following behind her, raised his brows.

The old man was all bluster-he barely had a minute to spare, yet here he was, going out of his way just to see Elodie.

"I'll do my best," Elodie said, though she made no promises. She knew there was always someone better out there.

As her words faded, a few more cars pulled up nearby.

People began spilling out, one after another.

Sylvie, stepping out and catching sight of Elodie, couldn't suppress the brief flicker

of surprise on her face.

She had been certain Elodie wouldn't make it this far.

And yet, here she was—in the third round.

Sylvie frowned, but quickly forced herself to focus. Practical skills

mattered most here-there was

room for error. What could Elodie possibly compete with?

Elodie, for her part, couldn't help noticing Sylvie as well.

Moments later, she saw Jarrod and Maurice stepping out of another car.

From a short distance, Jarrod's gaze lingered on Elodie for a moment.

Maurice said nothing, but his eyes darted away, restless.

Jarrod didn't hesitate he walked straight toward Elodie and her group. Sylvie,

realizing his intent, pressed her lips together and followed.

"It's been a while, Professor," Jarrod greeted Charlie with a polite nod.

He turned to Alexander. "Mr. Sterling."

Even though Sylvie now despised Elodie, she wouldn't let it show in front of

Charlie. She greeted him with practiced politeness.

Charlie's expression was cool and reserved. "Yes. This time, we have to thank Mr.

Silverstein for supporting national science and technology."

Jarrod was a hard one to read, even for Charlie.

But there was no denying it—Jarrod was a rare talent. His career was flourishing his temperament steady, his vision far-reaching, and his mind exceptionally sharp. He had always supported national projects, and at the higher levels, Jarrod's reputation was impeccable.