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.

his son. He pointed to the seat next

Naylor closer to

why this

everyone here, right?"

glancing at Elodie out of the corner of his eye.

his direction; she simply

He noticed.

brow. Was she purposely giving him the

share a meal. As

executives at the table began chatting, discussing

discussions, and then rising far too early this morning, Elodie-whose immune system was already fragile-felt a dull ache in her head and a weary heaviness in her limbs. Her body seemed more prone to spells like

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

pallor in her cheeks and frowned. "Want

you

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

remain unnoticed,