How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 645

"Is there a side entrance over there? Maybe a stairwell, service elevator, anything that leads out?"

The manager shook his head. "No, there's nothing like that."

Jarrod's frown deepened, a chill flickering in his dark eyes. "Are you sure? Think again, please."

Maybe it was Jarrod's commanding presence-he didn't raise his voice, but the intensity in his gaze made the manager break out in a cold sweat. He racked his brain, nerves on edge, when suddenly something clicked. "There aren't any side doors or elevators, but there's a way through the kitchen. From there, you can get to another hallway."

Jarrod didn't waste a second. He spun around and sprinted off.

The layout on this side was confusing, a maze of corners and corridors behind the kitchen before he finally found a door that led outside.

At the back alley, the path opened up onto a street.

It was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Jarrod forced himself to stay calm, scanning the area with sharp eyes. The streets branched in every direction-who knew where she could have been taken?

But then...

His gaze caught on the side entrance to the event hall.

His eyes narrowed with sudden purpose. As he broke into a run, he dialed Andrea. "Find the event manager, but keep it quiet. Elodie might be over there."

Elodie came to slowly, her head pounding from the chemical fumes.

Years of running in and out of hospitals told her exactly what it was-ether, most likely.

Her hands were tied.

managed to open her eyes, she realized she was in a

room.

No light. No airflow.

off

up,

felt it-she

tense up and let out a low,

mention of Jarrod sent a jolt of alarm through Elodie. She snapped her head toward the

closer-average height,

in a bruising grip. "Trying to run? My brother landed in lockup thanks to your husband. Grabbing you evens the score, don't you

up with

her voice

point of

me?"

laugh. "Aren't

room, searching for anything useful. The

this was high-end place a hotel, maybe a

steadied her breath.

about his scandalous affair? You'd

or even breaking into the prison to find your real

hesitated, doubt flickering across his

was

strength. Suddenly, she surged up and slammed her shoulder into

and crashed into

near the door-a