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.

jaw tightening. He gripped his glass so hard his knuckles

asked,

trance, Ivan gave a

I see!" The man's eyes lit up with sudden

just gave an easy, careless smile,

with the CEO of an Al firm. Clean energy was the new frontier, after all, and the potential

exchanging contacts, Elodie realized Esmeralda still

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

elmét

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

booked the entire third floor,

She frowned. "Which room?"

felt that unwell, why hadn't she

new task and, with a quick bow,

As she made her way toward

so it wasn't unusual to have trouble reaching

Elodie tried a video call instead

knocked on

the handle—it turned easily, and the door swung