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 "

him off, not bothering to hide her skepticism. "Well, Mr. Haywood, I'll be heading

for advice? She didn't buy it for

trying to impress her.

attitude, but he didn't dwell on it. He couldn't

they had someone

received a call from

up some hard- to-find targeted medication for Emile Thorne. It was a lot easier

Elodie agreed right away.

let Alexander know where she was going, then

Jarrod, who was outside

shadowing his

watched her hurry toward

end, hung up, and turned

someone

coat tighter and replied coolly, "It's

his dark eyes following

crisp and cold-wasting not

in thought, until Sylvie called. Only

head back inside. "Yeah,

tried to hail a

did she realize how hard it was to

twenty minutes without

when a black SUV pulled up. Joseph

would be arriving in Goldspire

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

"I'm heading out anyway. Let me

hesitated. She was already short

end, she nodded. "Thank you, Mr.