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.

most anticipated guests, they were immediately surrounded by a crowd eager to greet

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

Jarrod and Sylvie caught sight of Elodie standing across

gaze turned cold; he looked away, refusing to spare

Sylvie leaned in to speak, Jarrod bent his head to listen, their faces

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

lowered her eyes, her elegant features serene

like she's above everyone, she's not even half as pretty as you, and as

had walked over just in

at Esmeralda and then at Elodie, clearly disapproving of their

"Oh please, I almost forgot-you're just as blind as the

"You-!" Grady's temper flared.

Esmeralda started hanging

about Ms. Fielding. I'd like to know what makes you so confident. Is it your professional competence? Your education? Or are you just jealous that Ms. Fielding has a boyfriend you wish you