How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 315

Sylvie quickly regained her composure and asked humbly, "Why do you say that?"

Klein set down his teacup, looking somewhat surprised. "With all the introductions Ms. Fielding made, did I misunderstand? I thought she was Mr. Silverstein's subordinate, speaking on his behalf."

This time, Jarrod finally glanced up, a faint smile curving his lips. "She's not."

That was all he said no further explanation about their relationship.

Elodie didn't look their way, but she knew perfectly well: Jarrod was deliberately giving Sylvie a boost, laying the groundwork for her. Clearly, he wanted to help Sylvie break into the defense sector-a rather painstaking effort on his part.

Just then, the private dining room door swung open.

Naylor arrived, fashionably late. As he walked in, his gaze swept around the room, immediately noticing Elodie seated at his father's right hand—so much so that even Alexander had to shift over a bit.

Everyone at the table greeted him in turn. Sylvie, having shaken off the

awkwardness from moments before, nodded to Naylor.

relaxed at the sight of his son. He pointed to the

would put Naylor closer

why this dinner had been arranged in

know everyone here, right?" Klein

Elodie out of the corner

gaze didn't so much as flicker in his direction; she simply listened

He noticed.

his brow. Was she purposely giving him the cold

down and share a meal. As far as he was concerned, if the first impression was

began chatting, discussing industry trends

immune system was already fragile-felt a dull ache in her head and a weary heaviness in her limbs. Her body

the others engaged in serious conversation, she didn't want her condition to cast a shadow over the gathering. Leaning toward Alexander, she murmured, "I'm going to step outside for

and frowned. "Want me

reassuringly. "No, you should stay. They need

Unfortunately, her seat was tucked toward the back, so she'd

unnoticed, she