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.

eyes, she realized she was

room.

No light. No airflow.

worn off yet-her limbs

sit up, struggling

felt it-she wasn't

the room noticed her tense up and let out a low, sinister chuckle. "You're just as cautious

jolt of alarm through

stepped closer-average height,

brother landed in lockup thanks to your husband. Grabbing you evens the score, don't you think?" He was clearly agitated, his grip making her shoulder throb

you take it up with the person actually

keep her voice stea

point of

me?"

barked a harsh laugh. "Aren't

room, searching for anything useful.

place a hotel, maybe a

steadied her

scandalous affair? You'd get

his mistress, or even breaking into

flickering

was all she

her strength. Suddenly, she surged up

he stumbled backward and crashed into a table,

locked on the bathroom near