How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 331

It wasn't surprising they thought that way-the gates of the Sterling family estate

were shut tight, leaving Elodie stranded outside, her face etched with disappointment and worry. The reason was obvious to anyone watching.

That was something new.

"Didn't see Mr. Sterling either," Sylvie remarked, leaning back in her seat and turning away from the window. There was a hint of cheerfulness in her tone, as if the misfortune amused her.

Even Alexander can't fix this one, can he?

Maurice clicked his tongue. "If Elodie can't even get through the front door, Mr. Sterling must be pretty unhappy with her. And if she's still hoping to pull some strings, he'll probably toss her out even harder."

He was genuinely puzzled.

Why on earth had Elodie impulsively declared, in front of everyone, that she'd apply for Dr. Sterling's graduate program?

Now she was stuck-neither able to advance nor retreat.

Sylvie's lips curved in a detached smile. “Who knows?"

But for all her nonchalance, she knew Maurice had a point.

Elodie couldn't even set foot on Sterling property. Mr. Sterling had never thought much of her academic abilities.

Elodie had simply spent too much time around Alexander, and somewhere along the way, she'd started to believe she was good enough.

Now she was chasing a pipe dream, thinking she could become Dr. Sterling's graduate student.

To anyone truly dedicated to academic research, Elodie's half-hearted attitude was deeply irritating.

Maurice glanced over at Jarrod. "Looks like she's hit a wall. Should we be charitable and give her a lift?"

Jarrod didn't even look up from his laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen, showing no interest in the Sterling estate as they drove past.

cold. "You want to get

he had no intention

help but laugh at Jarrod's

enough. If we show up now, won't that just make her feel worse?" Sylvie crossed her legs, raising an eyebrow as

his tongue. "You always

stopped by

her health that even when nothing seemed wrong,

on her mind

you think she's up to? Has she got something else

proud. “I

watching, she wanted to put on a show. Alexander might get swept up by her looks, but

a threat. Elodie didn't even qualify as a real

Still.

over at Selma. "Your paintings—all

ancient history. Winifred's been gone for years. You think she'll rise from the

comment, and

exhibition, coming up in a few months, was far more important. If it went well, not only would they recoup every cent invested in Neural Intelligence, they'd also

Thorne family? They'd been

they could do was watch from the

had been running on pure adrenaline, reviewing all the books she

work themselves. Elodie, of course, wasn't about to

get familiar with every aspect.

lunch engagement afterward, but Elodie didn't drink and had work to finish

to pick up some pastries from a

Elodie changed direction and

café near Global Trade Plaza was always busy. After placing her order

Reba Harcourt spotted her. Reba's eyes swept over Elodie from head to toe, her voice edged with

gaze cool and indifferent, offering no response. She also

moment before he approached, calm and collected.