How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 431

Sylvie listened to the ongoing discussion, and the frustration she’d felt earlier—when the topics seemed dense and impenetrable—finally began to ebb.

“It’s not so bad,” she said quietly. “I mainly came today to learn something new.”

Octavia was about to respond when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Elodie as Sylvie adjusted her camera.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Elodie?”

Elodie heard her name and glanced over calmly, saying nothing.

“What’s she doing here?” Octavia huffed after Elodie ignored her, then turned to Sylvie for answers.

Sylvie snapped her notebook shut, her tone neutral. “No idea.”

But the way she said it carried a hint of disdain, as if to suggest, Who knows what tricks she pulled to get in?

Elodie, seated close by, heard every word and understood the implication clearly.

She capped her pen without looking up. “However I got here doesn’t matter. What’s more interesting is how you managed it. That, I do know.”

Sylvie’s expression sharpened instantly, her brow knitting into a frown. The easy smile she’d worn moments before vanished.

Was Elodie mocking her now? Did she really think she was in any position to judge?

Alexander, for his part, couldn’t help but let out a low, appreciative chuckle, nodding as if to say, Well played.