How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 153

Elodie had no idea what was happening on Naylor's end. She was deep in conversation with Alexander, discussing the latest high-tech materials from TerraCore Technologies-even though the product launch hadn't started yet.

By the time they finished, she'd already pieced together the pros and cons of TerraCore's new materials and jotted down a few notes.

As she set her pen aside, she noticed Jarrod and Sylvie had split up. Sylvie had disappeared somewhere, and Jarrod had slipped away from the cluster of people to make his way toward the main hall.

Elodie stood up, told Alexander, "I'm going to the restroom," and didn't wait for him to look up from his phone before heading off.

She caught up with Jarrod just as he was about to round the corner.

When he saw her, Jarrod's face remained unreadable. "What is it?"

Elodie tipped her chin up. Her face was strikingly delicate, making her eyes look even larger and more detached than usual. "I need to talk to you. Let's have a word."

phrasing it as a request. She gave him

down at her, his

was about to suggest they find somewhere quieter-no point risking eavesdroppers

her head to see a line of staff carrying audio equipment marching past. If he hadn't intervened, she would have been knocked into for

barrier around her; the gesture registered and was gone in

asked, her voice cool, "I sent you

gaze flickered, briefly meeting hers before drifting elsewhere, as if something else had

Elodie pressed, "but honestly,

herself ragged for nothing. With her blood pressure and heart issues, Elodie didn't

holidays are over. It's

commotion erupted a short distance

his face

stopping him now. She couldn't understand why he'd agreed to talk only to