How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 430

Elodie glanced sideways, then returned her attention to the notebook she had prepared.

Alexander was a little surprised to see Sylvie arrive as well.

By all rights, Sylvie was an accomplished candidate from a top university—impressive, sure, but as someone who’d registered independently, she shouldn’t have made it to the second row.

So...

His gaze shifted to Jarrod, who had just taken his seat in the front.

Was there really any mystery to it? With someone like Jarrod pulling strings for Sylvie, it was no wonder she’d found herself up front, right where everyone could see her.

Alexander glanced at Elodie, relieved to find she was unfazed by Sylvie’s presence beside her, keeping her head down and organizing her notes.

That was a comfort.

Sylvie didn’t exactly enjoy sitting next to Elodie either, but she wasn’t the type to feel out of place. If anyone ought to feel awkward, it was Elodie—the latecomer, the amateur among professionals.

Yet, even now, Sylvie had to admit: Elodie was sharp in her own way.

Take the “Neural Intelligence plagiarism” incident, for example.

Elodie had stepped forward to take the blame with remarkable composure, and as a result, had landed a spot at this academic conference.

A bit audacious, a bit cunning.

But...

Sylvie scoffed inwardly.

These conferences were conducted entirely in foreign languages. Elodie had no overseas experience and, with all the specialized terminology, there was no way she could really follow along.

Elodie had no clue what Sylvie was thinking.

She turned and said to Alexander, “Esmeralda wants to see what it’s like here. Mind if I take a few photos for her?”

Esmeralda wasn’t in this field, and whenever there was an important event, she never quite had the chance to attend. Still, she was never upset about it—she just liked seeing pictures.

Alexander knew how Esmeralda was. He nodded and handed Elodie his phone. “The program hasn’t started yet, so take a few shots, no problem.”

Elodie accepted the phone, took a handful of pictures around the conference hall, and sent them to Esmeralda.

Sylvie, legs crossed, noticed Elodie snapping photos.