How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 567

From a short distance, she couldn't quite make out his expression, but it felt like he'd been watching her for a long while. The tension around him had faded; he seemed almost relaxed.

Between them, not a word was spoken.

Watts glanced at Elodie, then shifted his gaze to Jarrod.

Jarrod didn't linger.

He walked toward the exit, the lobby busy with people coming and going, waiting for their cars.

Patricia stepped out too, pausing to look at his indifferent profile. "Elodie isn't who she used to be," she remarked, her tone cool. "Who could possibly outshine her now? With how much attention she's getting tonight, her reputation and status are set in stone. Who could even hope to stand in her way?"

Even if someone resented Elodie, nothing they tried would make a difference now.

Jarrod lowered his eyes, absently tracing his thumb along the edge of a metal lighter. "Probably not," he replied.

Patricia's lips curled, though there was no warmth in her smile. "Mr. Silverstein, I really can't figure you out. Between Sylvie and Elodie, who do you actually love?"

If things hadn't unfolded as they did today, she would have still thought Sylvie was the woman he cared for most.

But now... something felt off.

had shown no particular tenderness toward his wife. His every action

have

bars if the charges stuck, her reputation was destroyed-and Patricia knew she herself had played a part in that, ever since the

to fame and fortune, garnering

completely transformed, no longer the obscure

was.

one could easily stand in the way

the Silverstein Group, making the

couldn't help but

position as the main sponsor to smooth things

glanced at her,

small, knowing smile. "Mr. Silverstein, are you just using

then, his car

he replied, "Miss Aldridge,

to add, he turned and got into

narrowed her eyes, watching

kept such a close eye

on powerful connections, her path would inevitably cross with the

Without today's event

would have remained