How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 490

After lunch, Jarrod excused himself and headed back to the office for some urgent business.

Sylvie made her way straight to Neural Intelligence-she had a meeting scheduled that afternoon.

Jarrod settled behind his desk, listening as Keith gave his report. Once he was clear on the day's agenda, he closed the file, glanced up, and asked, "The Obsidian Gallery's exhibition opens tomorrow?"

Keith quickly double-checked, "Yes, sir. Is there anything you'd like me to arrange?"

"Set up a meeting with the director. I want to see him tomorrow."

Keith hesitated. "Are you planning to attend the exhibition yourself?"

It was rare-Mr. Silverstein's schedule was already packed, and tomorrow was no exception.

Jarrod rubbed his brow, his tone casual. "No, I'm not attending the show. I'm taking Miss Selma to meet him, discuss a potential partnership."

Keith immediately caught Jarrod's drift. "Understood. I'll make the appointment right away."

That westside gallery-Mr. Silverstein had invested in it years back. Now it made sense; he'd been thinking ahead. With their prior investment and with Jarrod personally introducing Miss Selma to negotiate a contract, the whole process would likely be seamless.

long-term arrangement. And, in

burst into Elodie's office, her face

tore her gaze from her

friend just sent me these take a look. Isn't this the painting

photos, all taken inside an art gallery. And there, hanging on the wall, was the painting—Selma's painting. The

stared, surprised. "Where

I'd asked a few people to keep an eye out. Turns out, this gallery is opening a special exhibition in a couple of days, all around that particular art

a silent breath.

her phone. "Tomorrow at one in the

to see it early?" For once, Elodie looked almost relaxed-it

her head. "I asked, but no dice. They don't allow

thinking hard. "I'll get there early tomorrow and

a lead. All their efforts hadn't

just past ten, Jarrod's other assistant, Andrea, drove

in

the institution meant she'd provide artworks, they'd handle the business side, and her annual earnings could easily

she'd barely have to

arrived, Jarrod was already waiting. Sylvie spotted