How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 555

The final results appeared on the screen.

Elodie’s name stood out, her detailed scores displayed for all to see.

Sylvie’s face instantly drained of color.

She stared at the numbers in disbelief.

Elodie was the top scorer…?

That outcome was completely unexpected. A chill of sweat prickled along Sylvie’s spine.

She couldn’t fathom how Elodie had managed to outperform everyone, but the data was right there—almost flawless.

Even most of the other contestants were stunned.

All eyes began searching the crowd for the girl herself.

“What level is this supposed to be?” Maurice muttered, unable to make sense of the specific figures, but it was clear—Elodie was ranked first, with Watts just behind her. The gap between them was almost negligible.

Jarrod glanced at the two names, stacked at the top of the list.

“There’s a huge drop-off after them,” he observed calmly.

Maurice felt a rush of shock.

Was this really the Elodie he thought he knew?

This competition had brought together the brightest young talents from across the country—every contestant under thirty, every one of them a specialist in their field. And Elodie had left them all in the dust?

Even Grady Mercer, standing nearby, was speechless for a long moment before blurting out, “No way. How could she have a higher overall score than Sylvie? I saw her go talk to the judges before it started—there’s got to be something going on behind the scenes.”

He simply couldn’t see any other explanation.

Jarrod shot him a cool glance but didn’t bother to reply.

On the other side of the room, Esmeralda, caught up in the celebration, overheard everything.

She shot Grady a scathing look. “Idiot. Now you’re accusing the judges, too? Can’t admit it was just a better performance?”

Grady’s expression darkened. “Esmeralda, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Stay out of it.”