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.

golden opportunity—a secure, long-term arrangement. And,

that afternoon, Esmeralda burst into Elodie's office, her face alight

tore her gaze from her computer. "What's

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

inside an art gallery. And there, hanging on the wall, was the painting—Selma's painting. The one Elodie had been trying to track

surprised. "Where is

Turns out, this gallery is opening a special exhibition in a couple of

breath. "When

checked her phone. "Tomorrow at one

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

but no dice. They

on the phone, thinking hard. "I'll get there early tomorrow

was finally a lead. All

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

in

her-this could change everything A partnership with the institution meant she'd provide artworks, they'd handle the business side, and

she'd barely have

already waiting. Sylvie spotted him