How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 279

He turned and looked after Elodie as she walked away.

The man beside him frowned in confusion. "What is it, Mr. Aldridge?"

Up on the top deck, the engagement party was in full swing, glasses clinking and laughter echoing through the air.

It was the engagement of Mr. Harcourt, the CEO of TerraGreen Solutions-a grand affair, attended by a sizable crowd.

The atmosphere was already buzzing.

Elodie spotted Ivan across the room. Even on his engagement day, he looked utterly relaxed-one hand in his pocket, his expression brooding yet nonchalant. In contrast, Queenie by his side was all radiant excitement.

For some reason, Ivan glanced her way almost instantly.

In that moment, his gaze locked onto hers, a look both intense and challenging.

He flashed a smile-wry, a little mocking, and thoroughly unapologetic.

Elodie pretended not to notice, turning away, intent on finding Elias to see if he had arrived yet.

That's when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Jarrod.

He was standing nearby, Sylvie at his side in an elegant gown, surrounded by a small circle of guests.

She wasn't sure when they'd arrived.

Maybe it was her imagination, but Jarrod seemed to lift his lashes and glance at her—cool, distant, almost unrecognizable.

every inch the composed, self-assured

suddenly remembered that Sylvie and Queenie were close friends. Of course they'd both be

paid it no mind and slipped away toward

quite a few faces

rounds, adding half the room's worth of

with an acquaintance. “Don't bother looking-Mr. Warwick didn't show, but Naylor and his crew are

are deep in conversation. You'd

out poaching talent under the guise of 'networking'; running into them at

Alexander was being downright polite by

"

had no interest

considered her last conversation with Naylor a definitive end to

now on, even a polite façade seemed

here, she might as well make the best

had noticed Elodie the moment he

birthday dinner, he'd grown increasingly

Elodie have to act so

glare as he took a swig of

itself was quite unconventional-a fresh concept,

speeches, the evening kicked off with a

with Malcom's brand of elite training, was in his element. He

with all of you. I hope everyone here finds something special tonight-feel free to invite anyone who catches your

kept her gaze away from the stage, choosing instead to sink into

no intention of