How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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

between the two women that was hard to

now the apple of Mr. Silverstein's eye. Even if she didn't show

VistaLink Technologies either. The way Mr. Sterling and Ms. Mercer treated her

no intention of getting on the wrong side of either woman, so he hurried forward, eager to smooth things over. "Hey, it's fine. We're not at the office tonight let's just relax and not

before

so much to you, Ms. Fielding, shouldn't you be calling Elodie 'big sister'?

woman, no matter how things looked on the surface. Whether or

in calling Elodie

in Esmeralda's gaze was impossible

made it an issue, so Esmeralda just took her logic and

she instantly realized exactly what Esmeralda

strode over. Chances were, he'd caught at

his dark gaze flicking

together the subtext. He understood the implication without

tried to break the tension, though he didn't fully grasp what Esmeralda meant about Sylvie calling Elodie "big sister." Still, he could feel the atmosphere getting

but his eyes lingered on Elodie, whose cool detachment was impossible