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.

the sight of his son. He pointed to the seat next to

would put Naylor

couldn't quite figure out why this dinner had been

everyone here, right?" Klein

hesitated, glancing at Elodie out of the corner of

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

He noticed.

brow. Was she purposely giving him the

seemed content as long as everyone could sit down and share a meal. As far as he was

the table began chatting, discussing industry trends and

family, deep in aerospace discussions, and then rising far too early this morning, Elodie-whose immune system was already fragile-felt

want her condition to cast a shadow over the

in her cheeks and frowned. "Want me to

his shoulder reassuringly. "No, you should stay. They need

interrupt the flow of conversation. Unfortunately, her seat was tucked toward the back, so she'd have to squeeze past several people

best to remain unnoticed, she slipped toward the