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

Sylvie disliked

Elodie, and besides, even if Elodie wanted to compete, she'd have to

smile, then slid into the car without closing the door. She leaned toward

his eyes up, giving Elodie a thoughtful, inscrutable

had no idea what that glance was supposed

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

turned away, her expression unreadable, her mood

spotting the scene, jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Elodie, why don't

that Elodie

polite smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his

like to hear more about the VistaLink Technologies project your team's working

Elodie nodded. "Of course."

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

furrowed ever

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

mused, "Mr.