How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 561

Grady pressed his lips together, knowing full well how offensive his words would sound. But as he looked at Sylvie standing there, he decided he couldn’t care less about politeness and spoke bluntly: “One of the judges is Elodie’s mentor. Who’s to say the scoring is fair? For all we know... maybe she didn’t even write or develop this herself.”

That accusation landed with a thud.

No one could pretend not to understand what he was implying.

He might as well have slapped a “backroom favoritism” label right across Elodie’s face.

It was a bucket of filth hurled without warning—one that threatened not only her but the integrity of the entire academic board.

In the middle of this prestigious open competition, the atmosphere suddenly tightened to a breaking point.

Only then did Jarrod glance sidelong at Grady.

Naylor let out a cold laugh. “Mr. Mercer, have you lost your mind? Are you questioning Elodie, the committee, or the fairness of the entire process?”

He was just as surprised by Elodie’s abilities as anyone.

But in a competition like this, he couldn’t stand by and watch someone smear another’s reputation for personal gain.

Patricia arched an eyebrow at Jarrod, her tone layered with meaning. “What about you, Mr. Silverstein—any thoughts?”

Jarrod didn’t bother turning to look at her. He simply raised his eyes and replied, “Then perhaps we should make some of the technical details public, and let everyone judge for themselves.”

At that, Sylvie pressed her lips together, suddenly silent.

Elodie’s face, for once, went cold in public. She looked straight at Sylvie, her eyes frosted over. “If you’re still not satisfied, I have no problem rewriting my code live, right here, so we can compare results.”

That was tantamount to starting from scratch.

Sylvie’s heart skipped a beat.

She glanced at Elodie in disbelief. How could she dare? At this level, editing even a small part of the code could mean overhauling the entire system. One misstep and the whole thing could crash. How could Elodie risk it?

Sylvie clenched her fists in silence, refusing to take the bait. Instead, she fixed her eyes on Elodie and said, “That’s meaningless. What I question, Ms. Thorne, is that your development path matches mine at nearly every step. I’d like to hear your explanation for that.”

That accusation—

Even Alexander in the audience couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh.

He glanced at both sets of data.

And he had to admit...

“The flight trajectories and dynamic parameters do look similar,” Alexander murmured, frowning at the numbers. Even he found it hard to believe.

Sylvie’s accusation—