How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 128

No one here missed Elodie's smile.

Grady scowled. "She's got the nerve to laugh? Clearly, my advice went in one ear and out the other!"

Sylvie stayed silent, but her displeasure was obvious.

"Typical housewife—doesn't understand technology. There's no point arguing with someone like her, Ms. Fielding. Don't let people like that ruin your day," Grady said, trying to comfort Sylvie.

Comparing the two women, he realized just how rare someone like Sylvie was—brilliant, respectful, and deeply appreciative of other people's research. It took a genius to truly understand another genius. Clearly, Ms. Fielding was on the same wavelength as the U.N2's creators.

Naylor glanced at Elodie, then back at Sylvie, who stood there with effortless poise and composure. Suddenly, it was obvious why Jarrod had chosen her. She had real presence.

No wonder Jarrod had turned down Elodie's advances at the gallery that night.

But—

"Housewife?" Naylor asked.

Grady nodded. "Married, believe it or not. Mr. Sterling is the guy she's stringing along on the side."

He hadn't gone into details about Elodie with Naylor before, so this caught Naylor off guard. He shot Elodie and Alexander a look—the two of them chatting and laughing together—and found the whole thing even more puzzling.

"What does her husband do?" Naylor couldn't help but ask.

Grady hesitated. "That... I really don't know."

Esmeralda had never mentioned it, either.

"Enough gossip. Let's focus on the product," Sylvie interjected coolly, turning away with her usual grace to examine a display.