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

room.

No light. No airflow.

effects hadn't worn off yet-her limbs felt useless,

tried to sit up, struggling against her

when she felt it-she wasn't

a low, sinister chuckle. "You're

jolt of alarm through Elodie. She snapped her head

closer-average

only for the man to seize her shoulder in a bruising grip. "Trying to run? My brother landed in lockup thanks to your husband. Grabbing you evens the score,

with the

keep her

point of

me?"

a harsh laugh. "Aren't you

for anything useful. The

place a hotel, maybe

steadied her breath.

heard about his scandalous affair? You'd get more out

mistress, or even breaking into the prison to find your

doubt flickering

that was

strength. Suddenly, she surged up and slammed

off guard, he stumbled backward and crashed

near the door-a tiny