How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 542

Sylvie was seething inside, but there wasn't much she could do.

She had no intention of making a scene in front of everyone.

Besides, she knew Jarrod would come looking for her soon enough.

So Sylvie excused herself from the table.

Grady relaxed a little as she left, turning back to chat with the people beside him. In his mind, it was probably for the best that Sylvie was spared any more of Patricia's "trick questions."

Esmeralda, on the other hand, felt a surge of satisfaction as she watched the drama unfold. She took a generous sip of her wine, leaned closer to Elodie, and whispered, "She's no match for Patricia. When a real princess meets a pretend socialite, you can tell who's who in an instant."

Truthfully, Sylvie wasn't exactly a fraud. Her family had money, and she grew up surrounded by art and privilege. She'd always moved in the right circles.

But there was still a gulf between the children of the nouveau riche and those from old-money families. The real elites played by their own rules, and when they went for the jugular, they didn't hold back.

Elodie had to admit, Esmeralda had a point. In the upper crust, no one was an innocent lamb.

up to cut the cake, and the mood on the yacht soared. She'd rented out the entire vessel-no rules, no restrictions,

drink?" Watts' voice broke through Elodie's

admitted, "It's...a bit strong for

It's meant to taste just like fruit juice, with barely any hint

expression froze.

made with a unique technique to mask the alcohol. Tastes harmless, but it sneaks up

prickling unease crept into Elodie's chest. Alcohol? That explained why she was already feeling lightheaded, even though

seat, desperate for a breath of

step outside for a moment," she said softly,

knowing smile flickering on her lips. "Of course, go ahead. I you need to rest, I've arranged the best cabin for you-Room 6103. Just ask a

Elodie nodded gratefully.

Esmeralda's shoulder. "Take it easy with the wine, okay? Last thing you need is another

"Where are you going? Want me

Esmeralda was still enjoying herself and shook

let her

up as well. "Are

fine, Mr. Aldridge. Go on and enjoy the party," Elodie replied, keeping her