How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 277

“Mr. Silverstein really is willing to risk life and limb for a beautiful woman, isn’t he?” Alexander’s tone dripped with sarcasm, his lips quirking in a mockery of a smile.

Why hadn’t that drone finished him off the other day?

Mr. Hay chuckled, rubbing his belly. “Mr. Silverstein’s putting together an elite team for Neural Intelligence. With him at the helm, who wouldn’t want in? Ms. Fielding… talk about lucky!”

That finally drew the faintest reaction from Elodie—she lifted her eyes.

Even Alexander frowned at that so-called “luck,” his expression clouding with silent contempt and worry as he glanced at Elodie.

Sylvie’s so-called good fortune was nothing more than feasting on what Elodie had bled for.

That’s what everyone believed. The narrative played out like a silent insult to Elodie—a love story fit for the tabloids, all at her expense.

Elodie, however, barely reacted.

Yesterday, she’d called Jarrod; he’d been in the hospital. By that same night, he was off on a business trip with Sylvie.

So when Jarrod said, “If you’re free, come by,” he must have known she wouldn’t. Or maybe, even if she did show up, he was perfectly content to leave her hanging while he ran off with Sylvie. It made no difference to him.

None of it really mattered. What did was the sheer scale of Jarrod’s latest moves.

Not only had he poached talent from VistaLink Technologies, he’d gone straight to the country’s top tech expo to recruit even more.

He’d already decided to build his team both at home and abroad; he would never be short of talent. Yet he still went out of his way to steal from VistaLink, delivering a deliberate blow.

It was calculated—nothing accidental about it.

Mr. Hay saw them off at the lobby and headed back to work.

Only then did Alexander lower his voice, the edge in it unmistakable. “I don’t know what Jarrod’s heart is made of. After three years together, he walks out of the marriage without a scratch. No pain, no care—just takes Sylvie on a ‘business trip’ as soon as he can. He sure doesn’t waste time.”

Even now, while he was still recovering from his injuries, Jarrod made sure Sylvie was taken care of—always giving her a sense of security.

Elodie, on the other hand, had to face everything alone.

“I’m hungry,” Elodie said, cutting off the subject before it could go further. “Let’s get something to eat and then go over the plan for the new energy project.”