How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 301

Chapter 301

Sylvie Fielding's words were measured, her tone neither sharp nor gentle, but the coolness in her eyes was unmistakable. Clearly, she was far from pleased. In fact, she seemed almost-

Well, Elodie Thorne was just plain ill-mannered, in her estimation.

Sylvie couldn't ignore the difference in their social standing. Elodie was several rungs below her, yet here she was, acting like she belonged.

In this crowd, people were supposed to know their place. And Elodie? She didn't seem to have a clue.

Elodie lifted her gaze, meeting Sylvie's eyes.

Her expression was every bit as chilly as Sylvie's, offering no olive branch, no polite facade.

"You don't need to remind me," Elodie replied evenly. "Maybe when you're finally Mrs. Silverstein, Ms. Fielding, you can let everyone know so we can all update your title."

Sylvie's frown deepened.

There was something about Elodie's calm reply-so smooth, yet laced with unmistakable sarcasm-that made Sylvie bristle. Her reaction was too strong, too obvious.

picked up on the

two women that was hard to put into

the golden girl: back from the best schools, now the apple of Mr. Silverstein's

nobody at VistaLink Technologies

smooth

were distant, her expression unreadable. She hadn't even responded before Esmeralda Mercer jumped

Fielding, shouldn't you be calling Elodie 'big sister'? After all, if we go by

the new woman, no matter how things looked on the surface. Whether or not Elodie's divorce was finalized,

calling Elodie "big sister"

mockery in Esmeralda's gaze was

made it an issue, so

brows knit together; she instantly realized

over. Chances were, he'd caught at least the

his dark gaze flicking to

piece together the subtext. He understood

about Sylvie calling Elodie "big sister." Still, he could feel

casually, but his eyes lingered on Elodie, whose cool detachment

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