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 sheer scale of Jarrod's

poached talent from VistaLink Technologies, he'd gone straight to the country's top tech expo

decided to build his team both at home and abroad; he would never be short of

calculated-nothing

at the lobby and headed

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

made sure Sylvie was

the other hand,

the subject before it could go further. "Let's get something to eat and then go over the plan for the

launch of Neural Intelligence turned out to be, what really counted in the end was the strength of the project

Elodie understood better

then ruffled her hair

lunch at a

and Elodie waited outside. She hadn't expected to run

past

intention

Lucinda seemed to remember something and stopped, turning back

up,