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 "

off, not bothering to hide her skepticism.

advice? She didn't

to impress her. Sylvie didn't care to

puzzled by her attitude, but he didn't dwell on it.

only they had someone

evening, Elodie received a

asked if she could pick up some hard- to-find targeted medication

Elodie agreed right away.

let Alexander know where she was going, then headed down to the hotel

chance, she ran into Jarrod, who

his pocket, lashes shadowing his eyes,

her hurry toward the

end, hung up, and turned to her, voice low and

have someone drive

and replied coolly, "It's nothing

eyebrow, his dark eyes following her retreating

him down, crisp and cold-wasting not a

in thought, until Sylvie called. Only then did

back inside. "Yeah, I'm

to hail a

did she realize how hard it was

waited nearly twenty

to ask the front desk for help when a black SUV pulled up. Joseph was in the driver's

Joseph would be arriving

her, his voice gentle.

he cleared his throat. "I'm heading out anyway.

already short on time-the hospital

she nodded. "Thank you, Mr.