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 stance was

disliked those

Elodie, and besides, even if Elodie wanted to compete, she'd have to be truly qualified to be in

then slid into the car without closing the door. She leaned toward Jarrod, eyes drifting to the

up, giving

was supposed to mean, nor did she care to

laptop's meeting notes from Sylvie's view. He was clearly comfortable with her seeing

turned away, her expression

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

saw that Elodie looked perfectly calm, her face

lips that didn't quite

hear more about the VistaLink

Elodie nodded. "Of course."

nor did she bother engaging in any further pointless squabbling. She simply climbed into the

furrowed ever

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

notice," Grady mused, "Mr. Patrick seems... unusually friendly with