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."

tone was mild, but

Sylvie disliked

and besides, even if Elodie wanted

closing the door.

his eyes up, giving Elodie

had no idea what that glance was supposed to

made no attempt to shield his laptop's meeting notes from Sylvie's view. He was clearly comfortable with her seeing them-unlike earlier, when he'd been careful to

away, her expression

Grady stepped outside and, spotting the scene, jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Elodie, why don't you take a different car?" he called.

saw that Elodie looked

polite smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Elodie's riding with us. We have

"Ms. Thorne, I'd like to hear more about the VistaLink Technologies project your team's working

Elodie nodded. "Of course."

or Sylvie, nor did she bother engaging in

furrowed

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

Grady mused, "Mr. Patrick