How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 277

"Mr. Silverstein really is willing to risk life and limb for a beautiful woman, isn't he?" Alexander's tone dripped with sarcasm, his lips quirking in a mockery of a smile.

Why hadn't that drone finished him off the other day?

Mr. Hay chuckled, rubbing his belly. "Mr. Silverstein's putting together an elite team for Neural Intelligence. With him at the helm, who wouldn't want in? Ms. Fielding... talk about lucky!"

That finally drew the faintest reaction from Elodie-she lifted her eyes.

Even Alexander frowned at that so-called "luck," his expression clouding with silent contempt and worry as he glanced at Elodie.

Sylvie's so-called good fortune was nothing more than feasting on what Elodie had bled for.

That's what everyone believed. The narrative played out like a silent insult to Elodie-a love story fit for the tabloids, all at her expense.

Elodie, however, barely reacted.

Yesterday, she'd called Jarrod; he'd been in the hospital. By that same night, he was off on a business trip with Sylvie.

So when Jarrod said, "If you're free, come by," he must have known she wouldn't. Or maybe, even if she did show up, he was perfectly content to leave her hanging while he ran off with Sylvie. It made no difference to him.

was the sheer scale

VistaLink Technologies, he'd gone straight to

abroad; he would never be short of talent. Yet he still went out of his way to steal from VistaLink,

was calculated-nothing accidental about

saw them off at the lobby

of. After three years together, he walks out of the marriage without a scratch. No pain, no care-just takes Sylvie on

he was still recovering from his injuries, Jarrod made sure Sylvie was taken care of always giving

the other hand,

hungry," Elodie said, cutting off the subject before it could go further. "Let's get something to eat and

the launch of Neural Intelligence turned out to be, what really counted in the

understood better than

one look at her, then ruffled her hair

at

Elodie waited outside. She hadn't expected to run

spotted her, but walked past without any

had no intention

remember something and stopped, turning back to look

glanced up,