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.

like invisible needles pricking

she kept her face composed and walked in

It had shocked him, honestly. He turned to Elodie and murmured, "Sylvie's nerves are something else.

deny a flicker of

Silverstein, basking in the limelight at every event. Now? Things weren't so

for her part, mostly felt disgusted by the whole

people had been swarming her, greeting her warmly, addressing her as "Mrs. Silverstein"-opportunists, every one

were arranging the seating. Elodie followed protocol, looking for her and Alexander's

spotted her

hers sat

assigned in advance. No one had

planners were

old connection to Jarrod, so they'd placed them

breath she hadn't known she was holding. After a night of pent-up frustration, this small

to take her seat

Ms. Fielding, your seat isn't here. You're a

could respond, the staff member had already placed a new

It read:

VistaLink Technologies, Elodie.