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 "

see." Sylvie cut him off, not bothering to hide her skepticism. "Well,

for advice? She didn't buy it

Haywood was probably just trying to impress her. Sylvie didn't care to hear

he didn't dwell on it. He couldn't help but

had someone

received a

Goldspire, and asked if she could pick up some hard- to-find targeted medication for Emile Thorne. It was a lot easier to buy imported

Elodie agreed right away.

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

into Jarrod, who was

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

hurry toward the

the person on the other end, hung up, and turned to her, voice low and steady. "Where

have someone drive

and replied coolly, "It's

dark eyes following her

turned him down, crisp and

for a moment, lost in thought, until Sylvie called.

head back inside. "Yeah,

tried to hail

then did she realize how hard it was

waited nearly twenty

desk for help when a black SUV pulled up.

Haywood mentioning that Joseph would be

her, his voice gentle. "You won't

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

short

the end, she nodded. "Thank you, Mr.