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.

handing Selma a golden opportunity—a secure, long-term arrangement. And, in doing so, he was giving

burst into Elodie's office, her face alight with excitement. "I've got some

from

a deep breath, thrusting her phone into Elodie's hands. "A friend just sent me these take a look. Isn't this the painting you've been searching

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

stared, surprised. "Where is

"It's a gallery on the west side a commercial place. 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 movement. My friend's friend

silent breath. "When does the

"Tomorrow at one

Elodie looked almost relaxed-it was

They

hard. "I'll get there early tomorrow and try to

finally a lead. All their

next morning, just past ten, Jarrod's other assistant, Andrea, drove Selma and Sylvie over to

was in excellent

she'd provide artworks, they'd handle

and she'd barely have to lift

Jarrod was already waiting. Sylvie spotted