How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 450

Even though the company staff had already reined themselves in, those curious, speculative glances were impossible to ignore.

Sylvie pressed her lips into a thin line. She refused to let even the slightest crack in her composure show; chin up, shoulders squared, she strode into the elevator and made her way upstairs.

When she entered her office, her assistant, struggling to mask her shock and a tangle of other emotions, quickly approached. "President Fielding, your schedule this morning: at ten, you have the city's science and technology planning meeting."

"Thank you," Sylvie replied.

She rubbed at her brow. No matter what had happened, work still had to go on.

After gathering her things, she left the office early to head to the meeting.

But the moment she saw Elodie and Alexander already seated at the venue, Sylvie couldn't quite keep her expression in check.

It wasn't unusual for major corporations to gather for these government initiatives. But this this was different.

Not after everything had been turned upside down.

Sylvie sensed, almost immediately, the unfiltered stares trained on her from all directions.

Gone were the respectful, admiring looks of the past. Now, there was something else in their eyes-something sharp, almost predatory. Clearly, news of yesterday's debacle hadn't just leaked; it had exploded, and everyone here knew.

room felt like invisible needles pricking at

her face composed and walked in steady heels toward

of Esmeralda. It had shocked him, honestly. He turned to Elodie and murmured, "Sylvie's nerves are something else. I definitely underestimated her. Even with her reputation in shambles, she can still

a

had once paraded around as Mrs. Silverstein, basking in the limelight at every event. Now? Things weren't so smooth for her

felt disgusted

been swarming her, greeting her warmly, addressing her as

organizers were arranging the seating.

Sylvie spotted her own

beside hers

had clearly been assigned in advance. No one

the planners were

Jarrod, so they'd placed

sitting next to Jarrod, she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding.

take her seat when a staff

Fielding, your seat isn't

Sylvie could respond, the staff member had already placed a new name card

It read:

VistaLink Technologies, Elodie.