How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 430

Elodie glanced sideways, then returned her attention to the notebook she had prepared.

Alexander was a little surprised to see Sylvie arrive as well.

By all rights, Sylvie was an accomplished candidate from a top university- impressive, sure, but as someone who'd registered independently, she shouldn't have made it to the second row.

So...

His gaze shifted to Jarrod, who had just taken his seat in the front.

Was there really any mystery to it? With someone like Jarrod pulling strings for Sylvie, it was no wonder she'd found herself up front, right where everyone could see her.

Alexander glanced at Elodie, relieved to find she was unfazed by Sylvie's presence beside her, keeping her head down and organizing her notes.

That was a comfort.

Sylvie didn't exactly enjoy sitting next to Elodie either, but she wasn't the type to feel out of place. If anyone ought to feel awkward, it was Elodie—the latecomer, the amateur among professionals.

Yet, even now, Sylvie had to admit: Elodie was sharp in her own way.

Take the "Neural Intelligence plagiarism" incident, for example.

Elodie had stepped forward to take the blame with remarkable composure, and as

a result, had landed a spot at this academic conference.

audacious, a bit

But...

Sylvie scoffed inwardly.

foreign languages. Elodie had no overseas experience and, with all the specialized terminology, there was no way she could really

clue what Sylvie was

wants to see what it's like

this field, and whenever there was an important event, she never quite had the chance to attend. Still, she was never upset about

phone. "The program hasn't started yet,

of pictures around the conference hall, and sent them to

legs crossed, noticed Elodie

a glint of irritation

the place

spot, taking pictures just

that she'd attended. here for the status

soon got

was a biennial event, with the theme

the most respected

jotting down key points as she

soon launched into a

found themselves learning a great deal, occasionally leaning over to exchange

the other hand, struggled with some sections-dense and technical, the kind that

notes, she noticed Elodie beside her, looking relaxed, even

Sylvie's expression grew frosty.