How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 228

Elodie glanced at him. “Mr. Haywood.”

Haywood offered a quick smile and, taking the opportunity, asked her a question about digital flight control systems.

Elodie considered for a moment, then recommended a book. “You might want to check this out. I think you’ll find it useful.”

Haywood stared at her in surprise.

That book was an infamously dense academic tome—had Ms. Thorne actually read it cover to cover?

He was about to ask, but just then Sylvie approached. “Mr. Haywood, sorry I didn’t greet you earlier—I was tied up.”

Haywood turned to her. “Ms. Fielding.”

Sylvie had visited The Delacroix Group before, along with Mr. Nilsson and the others, so Haywood recognized her from previous meetings.

Elodie, meanwhile, didn’t spare Sylvie a glance. She finished her notes, pen moving steadily across the page.

Sylvie didn’t acknowledge Elodie either and just asked Haywood, “Do you know what time Joseph’s getting in today?”

Haywood replied, “Mr. Black told me yesterday that Mr. Delacroix should be here before tonight. Did you need something, Ms. Fielding?”

Sylvie smiled lightly, “Yeah, I made dinner plans with Jarrod and the others for tonight. His phone’s off, so I assume he’s on his way.”

Elodie had no interest in their conversation and drifted away with the rest of the group, tuning in to a presentation on new international technologies.

Sylvie watched Elodie leave, then turned thoughtfully to Haywood. “So, what were you talking about with her?”

She hadn’t missed the unusually animated look on Haywood’s face just a minute ago.

Haywood hesitated, a bit enthusiastic. “I asked Ms. Thorne a couple of questions, and she—”

“I see.” Sylvie cut him off, not bothering to hide her skepticism. “Well, Mr. Haywood, I’ll be heading over.”

Asked for advice? She didn’t buy it for a second.

If anything, Haywood was probably just trying to impress her. Sylvie didn’t care to hear any more.

Haywood was left puzzled by her attitude, but he didn’t dwell on it. He couldn’t help but glance after Elodie as she walked away.

If only they had someone like her at their company...

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That evening, Elodie received a call from Rosemary.

She’d heard Elodie was in Goldspire, and asked if she could pick up some hard-to-find targeted medication for Emile Thorne. It was a lot easier to buy imported meds here.

Elodie agreed right away.

She let Alexander know where she was going, then headed down to the hotel lobby.

By chance, she ran into Jarrod, who was outside on a call.

He had one hand in his pocket, lashes shadowing his eyes, his gaze quickly locking onto Elodie.

He watched her hurry toward the exit.

Jarrod finished giving instructions to the person on the other end, hung up, and turned to her, voice low and steady. “Where are you headed?”