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.

really mattered. What did was the

he'd gone straight to the country's top tech expo to recruit even

at home and abroad; he would never be short of

calculated-nothing accidental

saw them off at the lobby

he walks out of the marriage without a scratch. No pain, no care-just takes Sylvie on a 'business trip' as soon as he can. He sure

made sure Sylvie was taken care of always giving her

the other hand,

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

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

understood better

at her, then ruffled her hair in a half-hearted attempt at

ate lunch at

went to fetch the car, and Elodie waited outside.

her, but walked past without

no intention of saying

stopped, turning back to

up, meeting