Chapter 493 Jarrod was silent for a few seconds before he finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "I didn't get it. There was a bit of a hiccup." He still told the truth, just as he always did.
But Elodie couldn't help but find it absurd.
Today, the staff here had confirmed without a doubt that Jarrod was the one who bought the painting. Who else could have orchestrated its sudden removal so precisely? If not him, then who? She cut straight to the point, her patience finally fraying. "So tellclearly- where is it, Jarrod? And don't try to talk circles around me. I'm done with the excuses." She was angry, and it showed.
Ever since she'd arrived, nothing had gone as expected. The museum had quietly opened the exhibition ahead of schedule, with no public announcement about the change. And now, the painting was gone.
It was as if someone had gone out of their way to make sure she'd miss it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJarrod could hear the cold fury in her voice. He listened in silence for a moment, then said gently, "Maybe you should focus on your own work-on what you truly love. This isn't worth wasting your energy on." Unlike before, he didn't try to claim ignorance. He didn't say "I don't know." Not this time. That answer was all Elodie needed.
In an instant, it was clear-Jarrod probably knew everything. He was simply choosing not to tell her.
She knew him well enough to recognize this tone. There was no point in arguing. Without another word, she hung up.
She understood: when Jarrod made up his mind, there was nothing she could do to change it. Especially now. Jarrod no longer had any weaknesses she could use against him.
Recently, Sylvie's status as "the other woman" had cto light, and Jarrod had nothing left to lose. He didn't have to worry about protecting Sylvie's reputation; instead, he was on guard against Elodie using the painting to ruin the mother and daughter's public image.
Elodie felt drained-she'd call this way for nothing, had let herself hope for nothing. Now, exhaustion washed over her.
She slumped forward, resting her forehead on the steering wheel, and stayed there for a long while, thinking. Eventually, she decided to head back to VistaLink Technologies.
She was in a deadlock. She needed to figure out how to get herself out of it.
She had just made it upstairs when Alexander approached her with news. "Neural Intelligence just announced a new project," he said. "They're moving fast this jel talready released part of the project concept. The quality looks impressive. Really top-notch." Alexander let out a short, derisive laugh.
"Jarrod sure introduced Mr. Ferguson to Sylvie at the perfect time." With all the bad press Sylvie had been getting lately, the timing couldn't be better. With Mr. Ferguson leading the project, people would flock to it for his reputation alone. Who cared what Sylvie's own reputation was anymore? Sometimes Alexander wondered if Jarrod had planned all this from the start. The timing always worked out so perfectly.
Elodie lowered her gaze, keeping her tone matter-of-fact. "Well, everyone knows if Mr. Ferguson's involved, there's virtually no risk. And this is his first project since coming out of retirement. That makes it a big deal." This project would be rock solid-a guaranteed win for Neural Intelligence, and a huge windfall.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn a few months, when it wrapped up, Sylvie's standing would rise right along with it.
By then, people would only see Sylvie's capability. They'd see a woman with Jarrod's unwavering support someone who could even pufl MD Ferguson out of retirement. Whatever scandals still clung to her would fade into the background. Cóntent It was no wonder Jarrod wouldn't let Elodie anywhere near that painting.
He always made sure Sylvie was protected from every angle.
e Alexander frowned, conceding that it was unrealistic to think Sylvie would be taken down so easily. Her academic scandal and her questionable past-those were just the stuff of idle gossip.
With Jarrod by her side, Sylvie would always find a way to shine.