How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 151

The crowd had barely glimpsed Jarrod's arrival before a wave of warmth spread through their ranks. Everyone greeted him enthusiastically, ushering him and his companion into the heart of the venue.

As they walked, the compliments flowed effortlessly. "Ms. Fielding and Mr. Silverstein make a stunning pair. Having you both here tonight is truly an honor for TerraCore Technologies."

"Mr. Silverstein, Ms. Fielding, please follow me-your seats are ready."

Suddenly, Elodie's voice cut through the polite chatter, catching everyone off guard.

All eyes snapped to her. These were seasoned players in the world of business and society, quick to size up anyone new. Not recognizing her, one of the executives politely inquired, "And you are...?"

Elodie's gaze lingered on Jarrod, but she answered calmly, "Elodie Thorne, VistaLink Technologies."

A flicker of understanding crossed their faces. "Ah, from VistaLink Technologies. But Ms. Thorne, are you acquainted with Mr. Silverstein?"

After all, it wasn't every day someone called Jarrod by his first name and requested a private conversation in front of everyone.

Elodie worked for VistaLink Technologies, she wasn't on the same level as him-certainly not a peer like Mr. Sterling. Was she overstepping, or was

could

certainly wouldn't back

glanced at Jarrod, whose own expression was impossible to decipher, then gracefully slipped her arm from his. "Jarrod, I'll wait for you inside," she said,

carried herself with effortless composure, making it clear she had no

attempt to approach Jarrod didn't bother her-if anything, Sylvie found it beneath her to

Jarrod wasn't a man

Sylvie a look; her demeanor was cool,

Sylvie and replied

gaze distant and cold. "Sorry, I don't have time right

hadn't expected Jarrod to refuse so

clear she needed to speak with

spare her even a moment, not

Sylvie was present—he wouldn't risk slighting her for Elodie's