How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 314

Watts was in a good mood. He glanced at his friend list and saw that Elodie was already there. The corners of his lips lifted, his eyes bright. “Next time, let’s catch up if we get the chance,” he said.

Elodie didn’t sense anything unusual. She just nodded politely at his words.

Watts had something to take care of and left first.

Elodie headed downstairs.

Alexander caught up with her. “The old man had to rush back to the institute—something urgent came up. So, it’ll just be the rest of us for dinner.”

She nodded in response.

The institute was a demanding place; the senior fellows always had to keep an eye on things. Besides, it was rare for someone of his status to join social gatherings anyway.

The dinner had been arranged by Klein, who’d already sent them the restaurant’s location.

It was an understated, members-only spot—one of those places that prized discretion.

As they arrived, Elodie noticed a sleek Maybach already parked out front. She glanced at it, then looked away.

Alexander clicked his tongue. “Jarrod really does have some sway. These past couple of years, he’s gotten close with the defense sector. Their cooperation’s been seamless, and Klein knows it—he can’t outright refuse him.”

Elodie remained silent, but she understood. Jarrod was always calculating.

Inside the private dining room, they found Jarrod and Sylvie already seated.

A few more business leaders had joined as well. What was meant to be an informal dinner had, thanks to Jarrod’s involvement, become a business affair.

Jarrod sat at Klein’s left, Sylvie beside him.