When Jarrod returned, his strikingly handsome face was cold as marble. Sylvie immediately guessed things hadn't gone well with Elodie he didn't bother hiding his impatience toward her.

Octavia, however, seemed distracted. "Did she say anything to you, big brother? Like... badmouthing me or something?"

Jarrod looked up at her. "What did you do to make her upset?"

"Nothing!" Octavia muttered, clutching her juice like a child. "I'm not that bored, you know."

Joseph strolled in, glancing at Jarrod. He chose not to mention what he'd just witnessed outside-no need to make Sylvie uncomfortable. After all, what woman would enjoy seeing another throw herself at her man? That sort of thing was never easy to comment on.

Maurice snorted. "Why are you grilling your sister? If you ask me, Elodie's the one out of line. Chasing Jarrod all the way here-making a scene when she has no chance at all."

Joseph lit a cigarette. "Looking at how things are, even if you filed for divorce, she'd still cling to you. Jarrod, you'd better brace yourself."

Jarrod said nothing, his expression unreadable as he poured Sylvie a cup of tea.

Sylvie just smiled politely, offering neither comment nor opinion. It was clear she considered this little incident beneath her notice.

Octavia watched the scene unfold, a flicker of guilt crossing her mind.

But then again, even if she hadn't been involved, Elodie's desperate behavior

likely

bother explaining

was always the sort of woman who didn't

it really matter if the others misunderstood

to Sylvie

a meeting with her specialist for next Monday

that afternoon. Normally, Esmeralda—as a major shareholder—would attend as well, but she handed her invitation to Elodie instead, hoping it would give her a chance to break the ice

guilty. She'd placed her trust in the wrong people and wasted so much time, letting down everyone who'd hoped for her.

who in PR was best suited to replace her, so she passed on her work with

Thorne, are you really leaving?" The assistant manager

"Yes, I am."

she was genuinely good-hearted. "You've been looking unwell

hesitated. "I

accompanied her. Even if she were dying, Jarrod probably

usually bringing your husband lunch at noon? Not going

in PR knew it. She'd mentioned her husband had a sensitive stomach and was picky about food, so she always cooked every

a running joke that no one had ever actually seen

saved a kingdom in a

eyes flickered as she looked down. "No,

ever again,

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