How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 310

Jarrod glanced sideways, his gaze thoughtful as he watched the scene unfold.

Even Sylvie couldn’t help but look over, confusion flickering across her face before her expression grew even more serious.

Elodie arrived with Mr. Charlie Sterling? Since when did Elodie have that kind of connection? More importantly, it was only nine in the morning—did Charlie go out of his way to pick her up, or had they come from the same place?

“Let’s go,” Jarrod said coolly, not giving the matter another thought.

Sylvie pressed her lips together but said nothing more. After learning the truth about Elodie’s investment from Seymour a few days ago, she should have realized why Elodie was suddenly being treated so differently. Even arriving together in the same car made sense now.

Elodie, meanwhile, hadn’t noticed the attention she was drawing. She and Charlie made their way upstairs, passing a few familiar faces along the way. Nearly all the major companies had already arrived, their representatives gathering in small clusters.

The attendees were being split into different groups, and inside the conference room, seats had been carefully arranged. As soon as people saw Charlie, a ripple of surprise spread through the room. Many had been looking forward to meeting him, and a setting like this was the perfect opportunity for some face-to-face conversation.

Alexander shrugged. “Let’s find our seats before things get too crowded.”

Elodie nodded, and together they located their places—name cards neatly displayed at each spot. As they sat down, the room across from them buzzed with renewed energy.

Jarrod had already claimed a seat directly opposite, with Sylvie at his side. People circled around, eager to greet them.

“Congratulations, President Fielding. I hope we’ll have the chance to work together soon.”

Sylvie handled the attention with practiced ease. “Of course,” she replied smoothly.

“I heard Neural Intelligence has hired some impressive talent. The future looks bright! President Fielding, you’re certainly making a name for yourself.”

Sylvie smiled at the compliment, casting a quick, almost involuntary glance at Jarrod; her tone softened a little. “Thank you, that’s very kind.”

Neural Intelligence had become something of a rising star lately, and with Jarrod’s support, more and more people were eager to extend an olive branch. Everyone wanted a piece of the company’s future.

All the CEOs in attendance were seasoned veterans—under normal circumstances, none would go out of their way for a brand-new company. But with Jarrod sitting beside Sylvie, the social calculus shifted, and enthusiasm ran high.