How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 323

For a split second, you could have heard a pin drop in the vast conference room.

Sylvie's usually gentle face registered a flash of shock before she met Elodie's gaze-calm, cold, and unyielding. There was no room left for negotiation.

It was a long, heavy silence.

At last, Sylvie's expression softened.

She had been right about Elodie's character, after all.

Even at a critical project meeting, Elodie couldn't resist dragging in personal grievances, resorting to these pitiful little tricks to defend her so-called dignity. Sylvie leaned back in her chair, deciding she wouldn't dignify it with a response.

Suddenly, the whole scene struck her as faintly tragic: Elodie, so starved for affection, lashing out in all the wrong places. What was the point in arguing further, really?

Just then, Elodie's icy gaze locked with the man standing in the doorway, his dark eyes steady and inscrutable. He was watching her, thoughts impossible to read.

Jarrod stood there, Alexander just behind him.

Of all times, Elodie hadn't expected Jarrod to walk in and witness this moment- nothing hidden, nothing spared.

met his eyes, refusing to look away. Whatever he thought

about to leap to Sylvie's defense and confront her right here and now, tearing away the last pretense between

hard to read, but there was a glint of amusement; clearly, he'd caught every word of Elodie's

firebrand had grown some thorns. Anyone who crossed her these days could expect to

inappropriate, he'd have applauded

here?" Alexander breezed in, feigning ignorance as he pushed open the door and gestured for Jarrod to

from Elodie. Sylvie turned to look at him, a complicated mix of resignation and composure on her face, but in the end, she

asked, "Jarrod, would

reply, but took the seat beside

booked lunch for us. We can head over

the tension in the

Elodie's words to heart-if Elodie had any real sway over Jarrod, would

me." She smiled, her

Jarrod simply nodded.

didn't spare them another

almost laughable, really. A man as busy as Jarrod, taking time out of his schedule to personally escort Sylvie-just to make sure she wasn't

her, no question. She