How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 459

Sylvie spent three days handling the Neural Intelligence project remotely, letting the latest drama die down. With so much happening every day, all it takes is a little time for people to forget.

This time, Jarrod had stepped in and solved the immediate crisis for her. Most of the negative posts had been taken care of, and she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. But she knew—even if those posts were aimed at her, they worried Jarrod too.

No matter how big the problem, Jarrod always managed to shield her, making sure nothing touched her. Eventually, everyone would get the message: in Jarrod's eyes, Elodie meant nothing, and the smart ones would choose sides accordingly.

On Thursday, Sylvie made a trip into the office-she had a meeting with a client that had been scheduled in advance. She arrived at the client's company a little after three in the afternoon. As soon as she stepped inside, the receptionist greeted her with a polite but pointed smile.

"Ms. Fielding, I'm sorry, but Mr. Black says your proposal has a lot of issues that need to be fixed. Everyone's time is valuable, so we'd appreciate it if your team could be more thorough in the future."

Sylvie frowned, surprised by this sudden change in tone. Communication had always been smooth with this client.

time?" she asked, keeping

to address them. If you're not willing to cooperate, perhaps

realizing they were deliberately picking faults, but she couldn't afford to burn any bridges.

Fielding. Please come back once the changes are

with a stony expression. It was obvious what was happening. Where once there'd been respect and friendly negotiation, now every minor issue was being dragged

Before, everyone had treated her with deference because they assumed she was destined to become Mrs. Silverstein. Now, with Elodie in the picture, people were sticking to protocol and treating her like any other

The get-together was at an upscale club, and a few people had already arrived when she walked in.

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made it." Maurice glanced over his shoulder as she arrived. "Jarrod

here soon. Want a drink

taken a seat when Queenie Jett came over. "Sylvie?" she called, her eyes