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

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

allowed herself a subtle, icy smile, then slid into the car without closing the door. She leaned

eyes up, giving Elodie

glance was supposed to mean,

she did notice that, this time, Jarrod 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 keep the details

expression unreadable,

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

he saw that Elodie looked perfectly calm, her

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

Thorne, I'd like to hear more about the

Elodie nodded. "Of course."

another look at Jarrod or Sylvie, nor did she bother engaging in any

furrowed

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

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