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.

a deep-seated bias against her. Sylvie knew Elodie had no real sway over company decisions, but if she badmouthed Sylvie to Alexander, he might

couldn't stand these kinds of underhanded tactics, and she had no intention of dignifying them with

golf club with practiced ease, ignoring

beat you, Jarrod's going to

couldn't help but laugh. "You're

in their own world—a circle outsiders couldn't penetrate. Especially Sylvie: relaxed, radiant, and so self-assured that even Elodie's

interest in their banter. She was about to call Alexander to ask where Mr. Patrick was when a voice behind

Elodie saw Mr. Patrick stepping out of another shuttle, heading straight for Jarrod's group. In that

warmly. "He suggested we all join up. Ms. Thorne, you know everyone here, don't

hadn't expected such an impromptu

knew them all too

home. Come, sit with us."

now, Elodie could carry herself with poise,

a conversation with Jarrod and the others. Elodie took a seat nearby, content to wait her

eat or drink since leaving work, ignored the group's chatter and sipped her tea