How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 256

Elias strolled over, giving Naylor a quick once-over, a flicker of amusement curling at the corners of his mouth. "Since when do you enjoy arguing with women?" he teased.

Naylor bristled, clearly annoyed. "Arguing? Is that what you call it? You saw it yourself—she's impossible! She messes up and then acts like it's everyone else's

fault."

Elias arched an elegant brow. "You two seem pretty close?"

Naylor fell silent, caught off guard by the question.

He paused, considering it.

Maybe... not really.

Still, he scowled. "That's not the point. What matters is, I caught her trying to play the other woman. She looks like a decent person-so why does she have such questionable morals?"

Elias stopped, his tone light, almost playful. "Whether it's true or not, that's still someone else's business. What's it got to do with you? Why are you so worked up?"

Naylor's words died in his throat.

He hadn't even thought of that. His brow furrowed as the realization sank in.

Elias clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, we should get inside. Uncle Warwick's probably about to arrive."

Only then did Naylor's scowl deepen.

would be at the party

woman-if his dad had caught him, who knows what

in and the garden

Alexander emerged from the crowd, weaving his way over to

glanced in

greeted him with obvious enthusiasm,

was-the same leader who had once publicly commended

remarkable figure, no

arm.

had just finished wishing Raleigh Warwick a happy birthday when he

Klein's sharp

the lab, he can't get away. He sent me in his place

booming laugh echoed in the foyer. "No matter, no matter. It's

quietly by

Then, suddenly-

her, and he looked genuinely surprised. "And who's

is Elodie. She's one of our top talents at

the attention of

"Is Mr. Sterling really

high praise,

realized she'd underestimated just how much Alexander valued

their circle, but he was

a bit of polish, a little