How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 198

Elodie heard Maurice's "joke," but her petite face remained unreadable.

They must have misunderstood, she thought, assuming she'd come here on purpose, having known in advance they'd be at the club.

Jarrod didn't seem to care about Elodie's arrival at all. He merely turned back to Joseph, picking up their previous conversation without sparing her a glance.

Joseph, however, looked over at Elodie standing off to the side. She seemed... a little stranded, almost defenseless.

"Come on, you're already here. Why stand over there by yourself? Join us." Maurice offered the invitation, his tone friendly.

Now that she was here, it would be rude to just leave her hanging, he thought. No need to make it seem like they were being deliberately unwelcoming.

Sylvie, on the other hand, barely reacted to Elodie's appearance.

Mr. Patrick had already told her and Jarrod about VistaLink Technologies' decision —not to form a new development team and not to bring in anyone new.

Of course, Sylvie understood the real reason. It wasn't that VistaLink didn't need fresh talent; it was because Elodie was in the way.

bias against her. Sylvie knew Elodie had no real sway over company decisions, but if she badmouthed Sylvie to Alexander,

couldn't stand these kinds of underhanded tactics, and she had

golf club with practiced ease, ignoring Elodie entirely. "Maurice, how about

into a grin, swaggering over. "If I beat you, Jarrod's going to scold me for

at Jarrod and couldn't help but

penetrate. Especially Sylvie: relaxed, radiant, and so self-assured that even Elodie's presence didn't faze

to ask where Mr. Patrick was when a

for Jarrod's group. In that instant, she realized

warmly. "He suggested

an impromptu get-together, but

She knew them all too

at home. Come, sit with us." Mr. Patrick

Elodie could carry herself with

and the others. Elodie took a

nothing to eat or drink