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.

tightening. He gripped his glass so hard his knuckles went

asked, raising their own

of his trance, Ivan gave a

man's eyes lit up with sudden understanding. "Someone

gave an easy,

firm. Clean energy was the new frontier, after all, and

contacts, Elodie realized Esmeralda

caught sight of the waiter who'd helped Esmeralda earlier. "Excuse me, did you see Ms.

elmét

a lounge; rest. She was feeling dizzy, so someone escorted her there

followed his gesture. The event had booked the entire third floor, and there was a lounge area on

She frowned. "Which room?"

she

3007," the waiter replied. His radio crackled with a new task and, with a quick bow,

was left with a nagging sense of unease. As she made her way toward the lounge, she pulled out her phone to

kept her phone on silent, so

Elodie tried a video call instead as she walked

knocked on the

the handle—it turned easily,