How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 303

With that thought in mind, Sylvie couldn’t help glancing over at Alexander, who was sitting nearby and clapping enthusiastically.

It struck her as odd—how often did you see a science-and-tech type go this far out of his way to champion someone with no direct connection to his work?

Maurice leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Don’t you think Alexander’s putting Elodie on too high a pedestal?”

Jarrod shot him a look, waiting for him to elaborate.

Maurice hesitated now, a frown creasing his brow. “Do you think he’s actually trying to bring Elodie into the Sterling family? Maybe he’s grooming her, polishing her public image so she looks impressive enough to fit in with the Sterlings’ academic dynasty.”

Otherwise, he really couldn’t figure out why Alexander was pushing Elodie into the spotlight.

After all, Elodie had always been an ordinary housewife, nothing remarkable about her background.

Even her stint in The Silverstein Group’s PR department—let’s be honest, wasn’t that just a favor from her husband’s family?

Yet now Alexander was giving her projects to lead, making her the public face of things.

Wasn’t he just burnishing her credentials?

Joseph caught the implication in Maurice’s words.

He didn’t really know much about what went on between Alexander and Elodie.

But Elodie was actually quite remarkable, he thought. If Alexander spent enough time around her, it wouldn’t be surprising if he started to fall for her…

Joseph pressed his lips together, his gaze drifting up to the stage.

He watched Elodie’s cool, distant expression, a shadow of sadness flickering in his eyes.

Jarrod, meanwhile, said nothing. His dark eyes remained fixed ahead, his face giving absolutely nothing away—cold and indifferent.

“Jarrod?” Maurice prodded, turning to him. “What do you think?”

Jarrod finally replied, unhurried and calm. “Hasn’t Elodie always been one of the project leads?”

His tone implied that it was only natural for her to be presenting.

Maurice let out a short laugh. “Sure, she’s a project lead. But we all know how her name ended up on that list.”

At that, Sylvie gave a soft, knowing smirk—a silent sign of agreement.

Something seemed to cross Jarrod’s mind. This time, he merely curled his lip in a faint, dismissive smile.

He didn’t bother to say any more.