How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 326

Was this art exhibit planned in advance, or was it just a petty form of payback after she'd "threatened" his beloved the last time? Maybe this was his way of returning the favor, making sure she felt just as unsettled.

Elodie tore the invitation in half without a second thought.

She tossed the pieces into the trash.

"Alex, let's focus on the system programming first." She wasn't about to waste any more mental energy on this. There was no sense in agonizing over things she couldn't change or control-she'd only end up frustrated and exhausted for nothing.

She'd considered stripping Selma of her golden artist reputation once.

But even that single attempt had been swiftly shut down by Jarrod's heavy- handed interference.

Alexander shot her a worried glance. Even as a bystander, he could feel the injustice simmering beneath the surface.

Elodie didn't spare the window another look.

She bowed her head and quietly resumed her work.

She had no intention of letting anything—or anyone-distract her from what needed to be done.

Night settled in, the dusky sky fading to indigo.

the flight control system, Elodie

still see the glow of the art building across the street, its windows alive

kept her expression

Elodie couldn't be bothered to fetch her car. Esmeralda offered to drive, so she waited

her phone, sending Rosemary a quick message: I'll be home to eat with

honk

looked up just as a crowd spilled

handful of familiar

Selma stood at

Grady were there as well, hovering

would have it, Jarrod's eyes landed on her-she was close enough

CEOS turned to Sylvie. "I'd heard Charlie Sterling

is packed-I didn't want to trouble him. I am, however, preparing for the doctoral entrance exams at the institute. If I get

every inch the dignified society matron. Even the shadows of her illness couldn't dim the glow of triumph on her face. "Sylvie's always been brilliant," she beamed. "Mr. Sterling holds her in high regard. But she's so modest-no matter how confident she

“I've heard Mr. Sterling hasn't taken on new graduate students

regarded Sylvie with open admiration. "It's possible. Ms. Fielding already finished her graduate studies abroad-talent like hers doesn't go unnoticed." Hearing

her standing

leaned toward Jarrod and muttered, "We invited everyone from VistaLink Technologies tonight, but not a single

flickered over to the slender, upright figure across