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.

enough time around her, it wouldn't be surprising

lips together, his gaze drifting up to the

distant expression, a

eyes remained fixed ahead, his face giving absolutely nothing away-cold and

prodded, turning to

"Hasn't Elodie always been one

it was only natural for her

she's a project lead. But we

Sylvie gave a soft, knowing smirk-a silent

time, he merely

to

until about nine in

finished her presentation,

hurried over

was over, the

to be a

already organizing

late, so she told Alexander and Esmeralda

leaving, Elodie picked up the bouquet of blue tulips she'd left

someone to drive her

the elevator upstairs, room

someone exited the neighboring elevator