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.

the grand entrance, heads turned. Whispers spread

Warwicks were family, and he'd come to help with the preparations. He spotted

beauty-tall and willowy, she wore the

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

apologize for not greeting you at the

thought I'd

side, making no move

is tending to other matters-there are quite a few guests tonight. I hope you

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

ignoring Naylor from start

noticed her coldness, watching her retreating figure with a

not even have the decency for basic manners? No wonder Mr. Charlie Sterling never took a liking to

Whitaker, there are more guests arriving," someone called, snapping

his manner quickly returning to normal. "Who is

Alexander mingled among a few familiar faces-even Mr. Ableson from

room before leaning in to murmur, "I don't see