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.

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

Naylor

quite figure out why this dinner had

know everyone here,

of the corner of his eye. "More

flicker in his direction; she simply

He noticed.

brow. Was she purposely giving

sit down and share a meal. As far

other executives at the table began chatting, discussing industry

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

want her condition to cast a shadow

noticed the pallor in her cheeks and frowned. "Want me to come with

reassuringly. "No, you should stay. They need

Unfortunately, her seat was

her best to remain unnoticed, she slipped toward