How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 431

Sylvie listened to the ongoing discussion, and the frustration she'd felt earlier- when the topics seemed dense and impenetrable-finally began to ebb.

"It's not so bad," she said quietly. "I mainly came today to learn something new."

Octavia was about to respond when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Elodie as Sylvie adjusted her camera.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Elodie?"

Elodie heard her name and glanced over calmly, saying nothing.

"What's she doing here?" Octavia huffed after Elodie ignored her, then turned to Sylvie for answers.

Sylvie snapped her notebook shut, her tone neutral. "No idea."

But the way she said it carried a hint of disdain, as if to suggest, Who knows what tricks she pulled to get in?

Elodie, seated close by, heard every word and understood the implication clearly.

capped her pen without looking up. "However I got here doesn't matter. What's more interesting is how you managed

knitting into a frown. The easy smile

Did she really think she was in

help but let out a

her published research, not because of my brother. If you think you're so capable, why don't you write a paper

conference?"

of course, but the gap in academic achievement between

deny that Octavia was

behavior really did show their

row ahead. Jarrod had turned around at some point, his cool gaze fixed on Sylvie's phone. "You like the Verdania time zone

as if caught red-handed, hurriedly mumbling to Sylvie, "Let's talk later I need

was intimidated by Jarrod. She was clearly curious about the conference but

a helpless smile, Sylvie said to him, "It's fine. She's just a young girl with ambition. I'll

had the gentle fondness of an older

group another glance. The second half of the session was about to begin, and she focused her attention on the large screen