How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 196

Naylor lingered at the doorway, peering inside.

He'd come by to discuss an approval with Mr. Patrick, but he hadn't expected to stumble upon this scene.

Truthfully, he just couldn't wrap his head around it.

Elodie's credentials didn't hold a candle to Sylvie's—after all, Sylvie had a

doctorate from one of the world's top universities. How could Elodie be so bold as to come here and try to veto Sylvie's input right in front of Mr. Patrick?

If only Elodie could approach things objectively-if she could just acknowledge Sylvie's abilities-he might have had a little more respect for her.

But no. She was acting like a jealous girl, caught up in petty drama over a man, letting her emotions cloud her judgment.

And the kicker? Jarrod was very much Sylvie's boyfriend.

Elodie had failed to win him over, yet now she was targeting his actual girlfriend.

The office door swung open.

Elodie and Alexander stepped out one after the other, nearly colliding with Naylor.

practiced professional smile. "Mr. Whitaker, here to

as if he was afraid she might so much as brush his sleeve.

Don't let us keep

Naylor's

glance and didn't take

could clearly see where she and Alexander stood when it came to Sylvie. He didn't bother wasting time trying to talk things through with them he went straight to Mr.

to clear the way for

to pull strings and bring in his own people, they'd have

R&D project was funded independently, so they didn't have to

her house. She'd already

place was top-of-the-line in every way-location, amenities, everything. It would sell

she reached out to

up right

medication on schedule and said in a steady, matter-of-fact voice, "I asked Jarrod before to pick up his things from the house. He hasn't sent

how cold she sounded. "I'll pass the message along to

the call with her usual

from the specialist Joseph had referred her

just now replied with several

all sorts of precautions and advice regarding liver cancer, but finished with a gentle refusal: [I'm afraid my schedule

was a conscientious person. The advice he'd sent was sincere