How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 228

Elodie glanced at him. "Mr. Haywood."

Haywood offered a quick smile and, taking the opportunity, asked her a question about digital flight control systems.

Elodie considered for a moment, then recommended a book. "You might want to check this out. I think you'll find it useful."

Haywood stared at her in surprise.

That book was an infamously dense academic tome-had Ms. Thorne actually read it cover to cover?

He was about to ask, but just then Sylvie approached. "Mr. Haywood, sorry I didn't greet you earlier-I was tied up."

Haywood turned to her. "Ms. Fielding."

Sylvie had visited The Delacroix Group before, along with Mr. Nilsson and the others, so Haywood recognized her from previous meetings.

Elodie, meanwhile, didn't spare Sylvie a glance. She finished her notes, pen moving steadily across the page.

Sylvie didn't acknowledge Elodie either and just asked Haywood, "Do you know what time Joseph's getting in today?"

Haywood replied, "Mr. Black told me yesterday that Mr. Delacroix should be here before tonight. Did you need something, Ms. Fielding?"

Sylvie smiled lightly, "Yeah, I made dinner plans with Jarrod and the others for tonight. His phone's off, so I assume he's on his way."

Elodie had no interest in their conversation and drifted away with the rest of the group, tuning in to a presentation on new international technologies.

Sylvie watched Elodie leave, then turned thoughtfully to Haywood. "So, what were you talking about with her?"

She hadn't missed the unusually animated look on Haywood's face just a minute ago.

Haywood hesitated, a bit enthusiastic. "I asked Ms. Thorne a couple of questions, and she "

bothering to hide her skepticism. "Well, Mr.

She didn't buy

impress her. Sylvie didn't care

attitude, but he didn't dwell on it. He couldn't help but glance after Elodie as

only they had someone

evening, Elodie received

heard Elodie was in Goldspire, and asked if she could pick up some hard- to-find targeted medication for Emile Thorne. It

Elodie agreed right away.

Alexander know where she was going, then headed down to

Jarrod, who was outside

had one hand in his pocket, lashes shadowing his eyes, his gaze quickly locking

hurry toward

to the person on the other end, hung up, and turned to

have someone drive

tighter and replied coolly, "It's nothing

an eyebrow, his dark eyes following her

turned him down, crisp and

in thought, until Sylvie called. Only then did

back inside. "Yeah,

tried to

hard

twenty minutes without

front desk for help when a black SUV pulled up.

would be

her, his voice gentle. "You won't get a cab

a pause, he cleared his throat. "I'm heading

short on time-the hospital

end, she nodded. "Thank you, Mr.