How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 128

No one here missed Elodie's smile.

Grady scowled. "She's got the nerve to laugh? Clearly, my advice went in one ear and out the other!"

Sylvie stayed silent, but her displeasure was obvious.

"Typical housewife doesn't understand technology. There's no point arguing with someone like her, Ms. Fielding. Don't let people like that ruin your day," Grady said, trying to comfort Sylvie.

Comparing the two women, he realized just how rare someone like Sylvie was— brilliant, respectful, and deeply appreciative of other people's research. It took a genius to truly understand another genius. Clearly, Ms. Fielding was on the same wavelength as the U.N2's creators.

Naylor glanced at Elodie, then back at Sylvie, who stood there with effortless poise and composure. Suddenly, it was obvious why Jarrod had chosen her. She had real presence.

No wonder Jarrod had turned down Elodie's advances at the gallery that night.

But-

"Housewife?" Naylor asked.

believe it or not. Mr. Sterling is the guy she's stringing along on

so this caught Naylor off guard. He shot Elodie and Alexander a look-the two of them chatting and laughing

do?" Naylor couldn't

hesitated. "That... I really don't

never mentioned it,

on the product," Sylvie interjected coolly, turning away with her usual grace to examine

pried into other people's private lives. Even

It was... admirable.

one lucky

Sylvie's retreating figure, a complicated look on his

less what anyone thought of her. Notebook in hand, she meticulously recorded the different categories, features, and upgrades of the military tech on

a second thought. Instead, she lived with a metaphorical sword hanging over

barely noticed the sound of measured,

melodic voice spoke up: "Jarrod, you're