How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 424

Elodie was genuinely surprised that Jarrod would be so “considerate” as to warn her about something like this.

After all, their usual dynamic was to stay firmly out of each other’s business, each respecting the invisible boundary lines between them.

So what gave him the right to say something like that to her now?

She frowned, feeling he was overstepping. “Mr. Silverstein, in what capacity are you warning me?”

The sarcasm was unmistakable.

Jarrod picked up on it immediately.

But he didn’t bother answering her question. He just turned slightly, fixing her with a steady, deep gaze, his tone still calm and unruffled. “Elodie, I would never do anything to hurt you.”

She almost laughed out loud at that.

If that was true, then he clearly needed to look up the definition of “harm.”

Elodie didn’t even bother arguing with him. She simply turned and walked away without another word.

That was just how she was—cautious, both in her personal and professional life.

She didn’t know much about Watts, but so far, he was one of those rare people who seemed faultless in every respect.

A fairly important partner, too. She genuinely didn’t understand what Jarrod’s warning was supposed to mean.

She’d worked with plenty of people. Was he planning to warn her about every single one?

By the end of the summit, Elodie and Alexander had no interest in joining the afterparty or drinks. The two slipped out quietly.

As they reached the entrance, they spotted Waldron surrounded by a small crowd.

Mr. Ferguson was also making his exit.

Sylvie and Jarrod were beside him, keeping him company.

When Elodie stepped outside, Waldron glanced her way, slow and deliberate.

The moment he caught sight of her, he let out a dismissive huff, turned on his heel, and got into his car without a word.

He couldn’t have made his dislike any more obvious.

Sylvie noticed as well.

It was clear Mr. Ferguson had little patience for Elodie.