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."

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

a seat directly opposite, with Sylvie at his side. People circled around, eager to

I hope we'll have

practiced ease. "Of course," she replied

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

glance at Jarrod; her

Jarrod's support, more and more people were eager to extend an olive branch. Everyone wanted a piece of the company's

would go out of their way for a brand-new company. But with Jarrod sitting beside

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

could easily guess as much herself. Soon enough, plenty of people would be vying to partner with Neural Intelligence. After all, Jarrod had invested-of course he wanted to see

notebook on the table, glancing around as more people filtered in, exchanging pleasantries before

tapping his fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. When their eyes met, his gaze lingered,

to notice, her eyes cold as she turned away. She didn't respond, didn't

the room. It only took a second for him to spot Elodie in the front row. A flash of amusement crossed his eyes, and he started to head her way-only to be intercepted by

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