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."

nodded, and together they located their places-name cards neatly displayed at each spot. As

opposite, with Sylvie at his side.

hope we'll have the chance

practiced ease. "Of

has hired some impressive talent. The future looks bright! President Fielding, you're certainly making

the compliment, casting a quick, almost involuntary glance at Jarrod; her tone softened a little. "Thank you,

and more people were eager to extend an olive branch. Everyone wanted a piece of the

none would go out of their way for a brand-new company. But with Jarrod sitting beside

circumstances, Neural Intelligence wouldn't even make the attendee list for a meeting like this. Jarrod's only here to send a

as much herself. Soon enough, plenty of people would be vying to partner with Neural Intelligence. After all, Jarrod had

as more people filtered in, exchanging pleasantries before settling into their seats. Without

table, tapping his fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. When their

as she

row. A flash of amusement crossed his eyes, and he started to

Aldridge, your seat is over here. Please, let