How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 100

Elodie took Esmeralda's hand, her gaze cool and steady as she faced Grady. "We're here on behalf of Mr. Sterling."

Grady frowned, clearly skeptical. "Since when did Mr. Sterling become so casual -sending you two to an event like this, just for networking?" He understood Esmeralda well enough; she was known for little more than parties and pleasure. And her friend Elodie? What could she possibly bring to the table?

Elodie was well aware of Grady's low opinion of her, but she didn't bother to explain. She simply tightened her grip on Esmeralda's hand and steered her toward another section of the exhibition hall.

They brushed past a man coming from the opposite direction, almost shoulder to shoulder.

Naylor Whitaker's gaze lingered on Elodie's face for a few seconds before he moved on.

Grady noticed the look and stepped forward. "Mr. Whitaker, that's my sister. She tends to be a bit unpredictable, so I have to keep an eye on her and her friend. Don't want them causing any trouble."

"Both of them?" Naylor raised an eyebrow in mild amusement.

Before Grady could answer, a sudden commotion erupted from the main hall. Elodie noticed the shift in atmosphere and glanced over her shoulder.

guests, they were immediately surrounded by a crowd

poised, graceful smile, her arm linked delicately through Jarrod's. She met the flurry of

caught sight of Elodie

he looked away, refusing to

Jarrod bent his head to listen, their faces close. They exchanged a warm, knowing

scene unfold, glanced at Elodie's expression and couldn't contain her anger. "Honestly, if you didn't know better, you'd think she was already Mrs. Silverstein! Where does that leave you, Elodie? It's like Jarrod doesn't care about you at all—he can't even be bothered to hide

eyes, her elegant features serene and unreadable. "It's fine. Let's go

Jarrod even see in Sylvie? She acts like she's above everyone, she's not even half as pretty as you, and as

really gossiping about her behind her back?" Grady had walked over just in time to catch the

and then at Elodie, clearly disapproving

almost forgot-you're just as blind

"You-!" Grady's temper flared.

hanging around with her, she'd become

to say about Ms. Fielding. I'd like to know what makes you so