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.

over company decisions, but if she badmouthed Sylvie to Alexander, he

stand these kinds of underhanded tactics, and she had no intention of dignifying them

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

Jarrod's going to scold me

glanced at Jarrod and couldn't help

seemed to exist in their own world—a circle outsiders couldn't penetrate. Especially Sylvie: relaxed, radiant, and so self-assured that even Elodie's presence didn't faze her. That effortless charm

Alexander to ask where Mr. Patrick

out of another shuttle, heading straight for

Mr. Patrick said warmly. "He suggested we

an impromptu get-together, but she

She knew them all too

Come, sit with us." Mr. Patrick waved her

carry herself with poise,

conversation with Jarrod and the others. Elodie took a

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