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 "

not bothering to hide her skepticism.

She didn't buy it for a

Haywood was probably just trying to impress her. Sylvie

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

they had someone like

received a call

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

Elodie agreed right away.

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

chance, she ran into Jarrod, who was

his pocket, lashes shadowing his eyes, his gaze quickly locking onto

watched her hurry toward

giving instructions to the person on the other end, hung up, and turned to her, voice low

have someone

and replied coolly,

an eyebrow, his dark eyes following

and

a moment, lost in thought, until Sylvie

head back inside. "Yeah, I'm

to

how hard it was

twenty minutes without

just about to ask the front desk for help when a

would be arriving in Goldspire that

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

"I'm heading out anyway.

short on

the end, she nodded. "Thank you,