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.

her. Sylvie knew Elodie had no real sway over company

these kinds of underhanded tactics, and she

swung her golf club with practiced ease,

I beat you, Jarrod's going to scold me for not

at Jarrod and couldn't help but

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

interest in their banter. She was about to call Alexander to ask where

of another shuttle, heading straight for Jarrod's

learned this golf club belongs to Mr. Delacroix," Mr. Patrick said warmly. "He suggested we all join up.

impromptu get-together,

knew

you'll feel right at home. Come, sit with

could carry herself

Patrick struck up a conversation with Jarrod and the others. Elodie took

refreshments. Elodie, having had nothing to eat or drink since leaving work,