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.

bit audacious, a

But...

Sylvie scoffed inwardly.

conferences were conducted entirely in foreign languages. Elodie had no overseas experience and, with all the

no clue what Sylvie

and said to Alexander, "Esmeralda wants to see what it's like here. Mind if I take a few photos for

event, she never quite had the chance to

Esmeralda was. He nodded and handed Elodie his phone. "The

accepted the phone, took a handful of pictures around the conference hall,

legs crossed, noticed

of

place

spot, taking pictures just

attended.

conference soon got

event, with the

speaker, naturally, was the most

listened carefully, jotting down key points as she

leading scholars in the room soon launched

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

with some sections-dense and technical, the kind that had to be carefully recorded and

was scribbling down notes, she noticed Elodie beside

Sylvie's expression grew frosty.