How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 166

Jarrod was a cautious man. If the divorce paperwork wasn't finalized, he'd never let the news slip-

Because Jarrod simply wouldn't allow Sylvie to leave anyone with ammunition against her before she was securely in her new role.

When you truly love someone, you think of everything for them.

Ivan regarded him with a sly, teasing grin. "Mr. Silverstein, when the time comes, you'd better invite me to your wedding."

Jarrod's gaze lifted, but his expression barely changed.

Maurice chuckled, making sure the banter didn't die. "Absolutely. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Elodie stood up.

She didn't want to watch this picture-perfect camaraderie any longer.

Esmeralda rose to follow her.

Elodie checked her watch; the dinner had about half an hour left.

That was all the time she had left to find Fergus.

"Esme, I'll check with the guest list at the front desk. Could you look around the other side of the hall?"

"Sure thing," Esmeralda replied.

the event staff, politely asking if they could tell her whether a guest named Fergus was in attendance

guest

were in

the dinner was hosted by the Jett family. Ivan was soon to be their son- in-law, and his word carried weight. If

She hesitated.

In the end, she made her way back

texted Ivan: [Could you meet me by the side hall

He didn't reply.

went

She'd thrown up twice, her immune system was shot, and she had a chill she couldn't

She didn't wait long.

showed up at last, one hand in his pocket, a cigarette perched between

figure. But tonight, she was dressed in a pearl-white

delicate. The fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her femininity in a way that was impossible

more alluring now than she'd

He knew exactly why.

few years

clenched, an icy storm flashing in his eyes before

was smiling, but she

you give me the guest list for tonight's dinner?

"Is that all you want to talk to me