How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 303

With that thought in mind, Sylvie couldn't help glancing over at Alexander, who was sitting nearby and clapping enthusiastically.

It struck her as odd-how often did you see a science-and-tech type go this far out of his way to champion someone with no direct connection to his work?

Maurice leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Don't you think Alexander's putting Elodie on too high a pedestal?"

Jarrod shot him a look, waiting for him to elaborate.

Maurice hesitated now, a frown creasing his brow. "Do you think he's actually trying to bring Elodie into the Sterling family? Maybe he's grooming her, polishing her public image so she looks impressive enough to fit in with the Sterlings' academic dynasty."

Otherwise, he really couldn't figure out why Alexander was pushing Elodie into the spotlight.

After all, Elodie had always been an ordinary housewife, nothing remarkable about her background.

Even her stint in The Silverstein Group's PR department-let's be honest, wasn't that just a favor from her husband's family?

Yet now Alexander was giving her projects to lead, making her the public face of things.

Wasn't he just burnishing her credentials?

Joseph caught the implication in Maurice's words.

He didn't really know much about what went on between Alexander and Elodie.

remarkable, he thought. If Alexander spent enough time around her, it wouldn't be surprising if he started to fall

together, his gaze drifting up to the

expression, a shadow of sadness flickering in

meanwhile, said nothing. His dark eyes remained fixed ahead, his face giving absolutely

Maurice prodded, turning to

finally replied, unhurried and calm. "Hasn't Elodie always been one of the project

was only natural for her

short laugh. "Sure, she's a project lead. But we all

that, Sylvie gave a soft, knowing smirk-a silent sign of

time, he merely

didn't bother to say any

event stretched on until about nine in the

her presentation, she stepped off

the others hurried over to shower her with

small talk was over,

be a kind of company-wide

already organizing

was tired, and it was getting late, so she

up the bouquet of blue tulips

someone to drive her to

took the elevator upstairs,

exited the