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.

expression stayed cool as frost as she met his eyes, refusing to look away. Whatever he thought of her, she didn't

confront her right here and now, tearing away the last pretense between them, there was really nothing he could

a glint of amusement; clearly, he'd caught every word of

some thorns. Anyone who crossed her these days could expect to get

he'd have

feigning ignorance as he pushed open the door and gestured for Jarrod to follow. "Mr.

to look at him, a complicated mix of resignation and composure on her face, but in the end, she said nothing about what

she simply asked, "Jarrod, would you sit with

took the seat

us. We can head over together once we're done," he said quietly, not even acknowledging Elodie's pointed

an instant, the tension in the room

words to heart-if Elodie had any real sway over Jarrod, would they even be

good. I'll be done soon-thanks for coming all this way for me." She smiled, her voice tinged with a warmth meant for Jarrod alone, shutting out the rest of

Jarrod simply nodded.

spare them

was 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 put at a disadvantage

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