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 "

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

advice? She didn't

just trying to impress her. Sylvie

dwell on it. He

only they had someone like her

Elodie received

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

Elodie agreed right away.

was going, then headed down to the hotel

she ran into Jarrod,

shadowing his eyes, his gaze

hurry toward the

hung up, and turned to her, voice low and steady.

someone drive

pulled her coat tighter and replied coolly, "It's

dark eyes following

crisp and cold-wasting not

moment, lost in thought, until Sylvie called. Only then did

head back inside. "Yeah,

to

did she realize how hard

waited nearly twenty minutes without

the front desk for help when a black SUV pulled

mentioning that Joseph would be arriving

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

he cleared his throat. "I'm heading out anyway. Let me give you a

She was already short on time-the hospital

nodded. "Thank you,