How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 644

The sharp, acrid smell hit her like a punch. Elodie instinctively tried to struggle, but her limbs quickly went slack, robbed of all strength.

Her vision tunneled, darkness creeping in at the edges. She fixed her gaze on the corner just beyond, where the conference hall waited, but before she could take another breath, consciousness slipped away.

The bidding event was scheduled to start precisely at three o'clock.

The club sat right next to the hall, making it easy to move between the two.

Jarrod arrived at the venue just as Alexander rushed up, clearly in a hurry.

Alexander might have had his issues with Jarrod, but he knew how to play the part in public. His smile was flawless. "Mr. Silverstein, with all the talent at the Silverstein Group, do you really need to come here personally to bid?"

Was the company so short-staffed, or what?

Jarrod could see the edge in Alexander's tone, but he didn't take offense. His composure never wavered. "If VistaLink Technologies is treating this seriously, I'd be foolish not to."

Alexander's smile didn't falter, but his tone was all polite formality. "Surely this contract isn't such a big deal for the Silverstein Group, Mr. Silverstein. No need to be so modest."

Jarrod glanced at his watch. It was already two forty.

He scanned the room, but there was no sign of Elodie. Only then did he ask, "Have you seen Elodie?"

Alexander frowned-time was running short. "Wasn't she here earlier?"

If anyone was punctual, it was Elodie.

He pulled out his phone, intending to call her, and that's when he noticed a missed call from her-twenty minutes ago.

He hadn't even noticed.

Alexander hit redial.

rang and rang,

voice. "You weren't

furrowed. The earlier reception had been crowded, and Elodie had excused herself a few times for brief chats. Later, she'd said she was heading

last time

look for her," Jarrod said, already turning toward the club as

right now, she was the official representative for the bid. If she didn't show up on time, their company

hurried off in another

to

His expression darkened.

person to be unreliable. She always had

Something wasn't right.

hall, he nearly collided with Watts, who

an eyebrow at Jarrod's brisk pace. "Heading somewhere

aving now might notdook

great."

was an edge to

just a second, his gaze settling

a moment. He brushed past and

quick message to

him go, hands in

moment later, Alexander came rushing

block his path. “Mr. Sterling, is something wrong?

with? I know this place