How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 130

Elodie tilted her head, meeting Sylvie's gaze with practiced indifference.

Sylvie stood tall, her slender neck accentuated by the heels she wore. Even though her posture was poised and elegant, there was no mistaking the cold pride

in her eyes.

Everyone knew about Elodie's connection to Jarrod.

And yet, Sylvie always addressed her as "Ms. Thorne," never anything more.

As for Sylvie's earlier remark...

Was she simply stating that the seat beside Jarrod was Elodie's, or was she pointedly implying that Elodie was taking the place of Mrs. Silverstein?

Either way, the underlying message was unmistakable-a certain brand of arrogant provocation.

Elodie didn't much care what Sylvie was really thinking, but she certainly didn't have the patience to let Sylvie keep prodding her with these veiled little jabs.

"No need to worry, Ms. Fielding," Elodie replied coolly. "I have no interest in fighting you for it."

but her

Sylvie disliked those words

wanted to compete, she'd have to be truly qualified to be

without closing the door. She leaned toward Jarrod, eyes

giving Elodie a thoughtful, inscrutable

no idea what that glance was supposed to mean,

shield his laptop's meeting notes from Sylvie's view. He

turned away, her expression unreadable,

spotting the scene, jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Elodie, why don't you take a different car?"

glanced over, only relaxing when he saw that Elodie looked perfectly calm, her face

worry," Alexander chimed in, stepping out with Patrick, a polite smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Elodie's riding with

I'd like to hear more about the

Elodie nodded. "Of course."

or Sylvie, nor did she bother engaging in any further pointless squabbling. She simply

furrowed

could Elodie possibly have to discuss with someone like Patrick? She didn't even have

you notice," Grady mused, "Mr. Patrick seems... unusually