How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 279

He turned and looked after Elodie as she walked away.

The man beside him frowned in confusion. “What is it, Mr. Aldridge?”

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Up on the top deck, the engagement party was in full swing, glasses clinking and laughter echoing through the air.

It was the engagement of Mr. Harcourt, the CEO of TerraGreen Solutions—a grand affair, attended by a sizable crowd.

The atmosphere was already buzzing.

Elodie spotted Ivan across the room. Even on his engagement day, he looked utterly relaxed—one hand in his pocket, his expression brooding yet nonchalant. In contrast, Queenie by his side was all radiant excitement.

For some reason, Ivan glanced her way almost instantly.

In that moment, his gaze locked onto hers, a look both intense and challenging.

He flashed a smile—wry, a little mocking, and thoroughly unapologetic.

Elodie pretended not to notice, turning away, intent on finding Elias to see if he had arrived yet.

That’s when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Jarrod.

He was standing nearby, Sylvie at his side in an elegant gown, surrounded by a small circle of guests.

She wasn’t sure when they’d arrived.

Maybe it was her imagination, but Jarrod seemed to lift his lashes and glance at her—cool, distant, almost unrecognizable.

With the light behind him, he looked every inch the composed, self-assured figure of authority.

Elodie suddenly remembered that Sylvie and Queenie were close friends. Of course they’d both be here tonight.

She paid it no mind and slipped away toward Alexander and his group.

She recognized quite a few faces tonight.

Esmeralda had already made her rounds, adding half the room’s worth of contacts to her phone.

Alexander had just finished exchanging pleasantries with an acquaintance. “Don’t bother looking—Mr. Warwick didn’t show, but Naylor and his crew are all here.”

He motioned toward a corner, his tone sugary-sweet. “Your ex-husband and your oh-so-ambitious sister are deep in conversation. You’d think they were joined at the hip—someone might mistake them for siblings.”

Neural Intelligence was out poaching talent under the guise of ‘networking’; running into them at these events was inevitable.

Frankly, Alexander was being downright polite by not saying something sharper.

“…”

Elodie had no interest in looking their way.