How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 250

Elodie couldn't have cared less.

That was his problem.

After all, this birthday gala was a grand affair—an important social event that reflected the company's image and was vital for networking.

Esmeralda accompanied Elodie to pick out an evening gown suitable for the occasion, stylish enough to make an impression. Together, they also chose a well- considered birthday gift for Raleigh.

On the afternoon of the eighteenth, Alexander picked Elodie up, and they drove together to the Warwick family estate.

In the hours leading up to the event, Elodie hadn't received a single message or reminder from Jarrod.

Neither she nor Alexander brought up how they planned to handle the party-they simply fell into a tacit silence, each keeping their own counsel.

The Warwick family lived in a sprawling manor surrounded by meticulously landscaped gardens. Even at the gate, it was clear this was a gathering for the city's elite: luxury cars lined the driveway, and the front steps buzzed with well- dressed guests.

Tonight, Elodie wore a deep green silk gown that hugged her slender figure, her wrist adorned with a vintage gemstone watch that matched her dress. Her hair was swept into a graceful low chignon, lending an air of poised elegance.

through the grand entrance, heads turned. Whispers spread as people took

the Warwicks were family, and he'd come to

to toe. For a moment, he was caught off guard by her beauty-tall and willowy, she wore the gown with an effortless grace, her calm composure making her stand out even more. She looked every bit the part, polished but never ostentatious, perfectly suited for tonight's

lips together. He'd always known Elodie was striking,

for not greeting you at the door. The party doesn't start for another

cordial. "I thought I'd see Mr. Warwick-has

quietly by Alexander's side, making no move to greet

other matters-there are quite a few guests tonight. I hope you don't

We'll head in, then." Alexander didn't linger, motioning for

nodded, completely ignoring Naylor from start to

her retreating figure with

Elodie was nothing but a pretty face. Did she not even have the decency for basic manners? No wonder Mr. Charlie Sterling never took a liking to her

someone called, snapping

manner quickly returning to

among a few familiar

scanned the room before leaning in to murmur, "I don't see Jarrod. He hasn't