How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 671

When you're trying to network, a drink or two is pretty much unavoidable.

Anticipating this, Esmeralda had the waiter prepare some mocktails for Elodie to pass off as the real thing.

Esmeralda herself, though, made the rounds with a glass in hand.

It wasn't long before the alcohol caught up with her, leaving her a little

lightheaded. "We traded a few contacts," she said, her words a little slurred but satisfied. "I'd say we made some headway tonight. Productive, really."

Elodie handed her a glass of water and patted her on the back. "It's fine. Just relax, okay? Take it easy."

Esmeralda seemed mostly fine, just rubbed her temples and muttered, "I'm going to the bathroom-be right back."

Elodie watched her go, a flicker of concern crossing her face.

She turned away, only to spot Ivan approaching from across the room.

He was still in the middle of a toast with someone, but his eyes landed on Elodie.

As Ivan started to make his way over, Elodie pretended not to notice and slipped off in the opposite direction, effectively blocking his approach.

her, his jaw tightening. He gripped

What's caught your eye?" someone asked, raising

of his trance, Ivan gave a nonchalant

The man's eyes lit up with sudden understanding.

just gave an easy, careless

was the new frontier, after all, and the potential was enormous. Their

contacts, Elodie realized Esmeralda

helped Esmeralda earlier. "Excuse

elmét

She was feeling dizzy, so someone escorted her there

had booked the entire third floor, and there was a lounge area on

She frowned. "Which room?"

that unwell, why hadn't she called? Surely she

and, with a quick bow, he hurried off before Elodie could ask

she made her way toward the lounge, she pulled out her

sometimes kept her phone on silent, so it wasn't unusual

Elodie tried a video call instead as she walked toward

on the

response. She tried the handle—it turned easily, and the