How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 103

Elodie's expression shifted, just a flicker, but enough for Sylvie to notice.

She glanced at Sylvie in disbelief, but Sylvie merely returned her gaze with a graceful, composed smile-cool, self-assured, and unmistakably proud. There wasn't a hint of pretense in her manner.

Grady's brows drew together as he turned to Elodie. "Ms. Thorne, did you check the artist's signature? Every piece displayed in the Warwick Gallery is a genuine work of art. There's really no need to force this cultured persona, Ms. Thorne. Better that than making yourself a laughingstock."

No one could miss the implication in his words.

He was openly accusing Elodie of trying to ride on someone else's coattails, pretending a connection to Sylvie's mother and claiming the honor as her own.

Sylvie understood Grady's meaning too. He was suggesting that Elodie's vanity had gotten the better of her.

And, truth be told, Sylvie didn't disagree.

She didn't call Elodie out directly, though. Instead, she spoke gently, her tone almost soothing. "This was the first painting my mother sold before she moved abroad. I never expected to see it here, but..." She turned to Elodie, her lips curving in a polite, unhurried smile. "I must thank you for your good taste, Ms. Thorne."

Elodie was at a loss—she simply couldn't believe it. The odds of such a coincidence were impossible. Her mother's painting had gone missing years ago, and now, by some miracle, a piece by Selma appeared here, fetching a high price. It just didn't add up.

If her suspicions were right, Selma's painting might be linked to the scandal that had marred her mother's graduation project all those years ago.

patrons-eventually earning her green card-thanks to

than to make a scene. There was no point in arguing, especially

recovered fast, her voice calm and measured. "I truly admire this piece. Would you help me get in touch with Mr. Warwick? I'm willing to pay handsomely

clue she needed

be taking this

was assertive, completely disregarding

to look at

dismissive. "I'm sorry, but this painting means a great deal to my

if to say, if Elodie pressed further, she'd

jolt, but she could only turn to

wasn't actually selling anything tonight, but he also knew that everyone present was far too

there was no way around it, finally spoke. "I suppose I can make an exception. It's

for the two of you to work

Jarrod's voice cut in, light and

her head

"Please let Mr. Warwick know-the Silverstein Group is willing to make a concession. If he's willing to part

at him, her gaze turning

a huge business concession

knew perfectly well how much Elodie wanted that painting, and yet, without