How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 465

Elodie’s voice was always calm and gentle—so gentle, in fact, that listening to her felt almost soothing. Yet beneath that softness was an undeniable strength; her words slipped easily past people’s defenses, cutting straight to the heart.

Even the most casual remark from her could land with surprising force.

Everyone knew Elodie was Mr. Sterling’s protégé, but most of them had no clue about the details—certainly not her exam scores.

So when Elodie finally mentioned the numbers, the room seemed to freeze. Several people audibly sucked in a breath.

There were plenty of engineers present. Who among them didn’t know how much those scores meant?

They stared at Elodie, their expressions shifting to awe and disbelief.

Even Sylvie’s eyes flickered. Her hand, resting on her knee, unconsciously clenched into a fist. She hadn’t expected Elodie to bring that up—certainly not here, not now.

And she couldn’t argue back.

Was there any point in mentioning it? To Sylvie, it must have seemed like Elodie was showing off, plain and simple.

“Seriously?” Naylor blurted out, looking stunned. He hadn’t known the specifics, only bits and pieces, but now, hearing it spelled out, he was floored. “That’s practically a record, isn’t it?”

What else didn’t he know about her?

Alexander shot him a lazy glance, smirking. “Mr. Whitaker, you’re pretty sharp today.”

Naylor just scowled.

Elodie turned her calm gaze on Sylvie. “Ms. Fielding, you can speak up if you like. I’m just stating the facts—is that what you call an ‘attack’? Or is it that you’re so used to being flattered, you can’t accept that others might have stronger qualifications? That it’s unacceptable for anyone to disagree with your expertise? A bit of advice, Ms. Fielding: if your confidence is so fragile that you can only stand to hear praise, you might as well hire a few people at a local bar. For the right price, they’ll compliment your ‘soulful inner qualities’ all night, and never repeat themselves.”

Sylvie had chosen to question her abilities in front of everyone, but Elodie had no qualms about responding with the very achievements Sylvie valued most.

Elodie had no interest in continuing the argument. As long as Sylvie didn’t deliberately pick a fight, she couldn’t care less.

She had to admit, though, Sylvie’s success wasn’t just luck. The woman was quick on her feet and didn’t fall apart under pressure—she could steady herself even in an uncomfortable situation.

Harper, for his part, didn’t seem concerned by the exchange. Heated technical debates were normal in their field. Still, there was an odd tension between the two women that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Today’s meeting was meant to be a straightforward briefing on the military’s needs—a simple two-hour discussion. Next, everyone would present their concrete proposals for evaluation.

The cars were parked outside the building.

Naylor lingered behind to discuss materials with Harper.

When Elodie and Alexander stepped outside, they happened to glance across the street—just in time to see a Bentley pull up.