How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 310

Jarrod glanced sideways, his gaze thoughtful as he watched the scene unfold.

Even Sylvie couldn't help but look over, confusion flickering across her face before her expression grew even more serious.

Elodie arrived with Mr. Charlie Sterling? Since when did Elodie have that kind of connection? More importantly, it was only nine in the morning-did Charlie go out of his way to pick her up, or had they come from the same place?

"Let's go," Jarrod said coolly, not giving the matter another thought.

Sylvie pressed her lips together but said nothing more. After learning the truth about Elodie's investment from Seymour a few days ago, she should have realized why Elodie was suddenly being treated so differently. Even arriving together in the same car made sense now.

Elodie, meanwhile, hadn't noticed the attention she was drawing. She and Charlie made their way upstairs, passing a few familiar faces along the way. Nearly all the major companies had already arrived, their representatives gathering in small clusters.

The attendees were being split into different groups, and inside the conference room, seats had been carefully arranged. As soon as people saw Charlie, a ripple of surprise spread through the room. Many had been looking forward to meeting him, and a setting like this was the perfect opportunity for some face-to-face conversation.

Alexander shrugged. "Let's find our seats before things get too crowded."

located their places-name cards neatly displayed at each spot. As they sat down, the room across from them

claimed a seat directly opposite, with Sylvie at

we'll have the

with practiced ease. "Of course,"

talent. The future looks bright! President Fielding, you're certainly making a

casting a quick, almost involuntary glance at Jarrod; her tone softened a little. "Thank you, that's

had become something of a rising star lately, and with Jarrod's support, more and more people were eager to

for

the attendee list for a meeting like this. Jarrod's only here

to partner with Neural Intelligence. After all, Jarrod had invested-of

as more people filtered in, exchanging pleasantries before settling into their seats. Without thinking, she looked up and met Jarrod's

slow, deliberate rhythm. When their eyes met, his gaze lingered, dark and unreadable. Then he

cold as

Aldridge entered the room. It only took a second for him to spot Elodie in the front row. A flash of

over here. Please, let me show you," the coordinator