Chapter 570 The moment her finger hovered over the call button, Sylvie caught herself and abruptly tossed her phone aside. She bent over, running a shaky hand through her hair, trying to steady her nerves.
She kept hoping Jarrod would swoop in and fix things, just like he always had. No matter how messy things got, he'd always managed to bail her out before. But this time, he hadn't cto get her. He hadn't even called.
Her pride and panic tugged her in opposite directions, leaving her restless and unsettled.
Still, she clung to hope.
Jarrod would help her. He had to.
She wanted him to reach out first, to care enough to check on her, not to see her at her weakest, desperately begging for help. She knew Jarrod wouldn't necessarily want to see her fall apart. She had to hold out, make him worry about her first.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'll try to handle it myself. If Jarrod sees I'm struggling, he'll step in," Sylvie whispered, squeezing her eyes shut, forcing herself to believe it.
But Selma was beside herself, her voice trembling with anger. "You know perfectly well this can't be fixed! Elodie accused you of plagiarism right on camera-she's out for blood, and she's not going to stop until you're ruined. That woman's always had it in for you!" After years of careful planning, Selma had groomed Sylvie to climb the social ladder, and it was finally within reach.
Now everything was crashing down.
How could she not be furious? Not feel betrayed? Sylvie's reputation was in tatters among the city's elite. Every escape route- marriage, career, her future—all of it was now blocked off.
Sylvie's face was pale as she muttered, "I'll... try to talk to Mr. Ferguson. If he's willing to explain things for me, maybe there's a chance this won't get any worse." After all, Waldron had once planned to bring her into his circle; surely he'd feel ssympathy for her. She couldn't sit back and do nothing any longer.
If she did, she'd be finished.
But when Sylvie arrived at the Ferguson estate, she didn't even make it past the gate.
The security guard gave her a curt message: "Mr. Ferguson says to consider yourselves strangers. Please leave." Waldron's message couldn't have been clearer.
A chill ran down Sylvie's spine.
She'd only gotten involved with those files through Waldron-if he'd say she hadn't known, maybe things could be smoothed over, even a little.
But now...
"Please, just letspeak with Mr. Ferguson-just for a minute," Sylvie pleaded, desperation bleeding through her voice. She had nowhere else to go.
The guard only shot her a scornful look, then shut the gate in her face.
Sylvie's expression twisted with disbelief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNo room for negotiation. Nothing left, not even a hint of the support Waldron once promised her. What had happened? She returned to her car and gripped I.ne the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. The calm she'@always prided herself on was starting to fracture. fo It took her a while to remember: Joseph's grandmother had connections in this area. Maybe she could pull a few strings, buy herself stime.
She dialed Joseph's number.
It rang for a long tbefore he finally picked up. "What's up?"
Sylvie forced her voice to stay steady.
here "Joseph, I know this is a lot lot to ask but is there any way you could help me? Maybe reach out to the people Mayer you know at the agency?"
Joseph had always been kind to her, especially since he'd moved om back-he'd even seemed to care about her. At least, she thought so.
But Joseph was silent for a moment. "I think... you ought to recognize your own mistakes. Besides..." He paused, then said, "I'm not really obligated to help you." Sylvie froze.
There was a coldness in his voice she'd never heard before.
He hung up without another word.
For a long time, Sylvie just sat there, stunned, unable to process what had happened. She couldn'tunderstand why was Joseph treating her like this? Hadn't they always gotten along? Hadn't he... even liked her, once?