How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 433

Putting everything else aside, the fact that Jarrod brought Sylvie to an academic conference of this caliber—introducing her to top international scholars and letting her mingle at a level she'd never normally reach—really showed how invested he was in grooming his future Mrs. Silverstein.

Elodie herself hadn’t expected to be called out as an example.

But honestly, she was more preoccupied with wondering when she’d hear back about the third paper she’d submitted recently.

Alexander glanced toward the other side of the room. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Professor Steene.”

Elodie nodded.

After all, she’d kept a low profile ever since the development of U.N2, only recently starting to gain recognition in the field. It was no surprise that many people didn’t know who she was.

Meanwhile, Sylvie made her way over to Jarrod.

She found him still seated, eyes fixed on the conference screen where the research paper was still displayed.

“Jarrod?” Sylvie settled in beside him, catching the author’s name—El Thorne—out of the corner of her eye. “That name kind of looks like Elodie’s, doesn’t it?”

She wasn’t sure which letters, exactly, but the similarity was there.

Jarrod nodded mildly. “It does.”

Still, Sylvie was convinced there was no connection to Elodie. Five years ago, Elodie had barely been out of school—how could she possibly have written something at this level? Besides, if Elodie had been involved, she wouldn’t have been a nobody all these years, content to play the role of housewife.

Clearly, there was no way the two could be related.

Relaxing, Sylvie smiled. “Honestly, I didn’t follow much of that paper today. I’ll probably ask my advisor to help me download it when I get back home so I can study it more closely.”

She didn’t have direct access to the full text, so she’d either have to buy it or get her advisor’s help.

She was also genuinely curious about this mysterious author who’d never made a public appearance.

“Mm, it’s definitely worth digging into,” Jarrod replied, finally pulling his attention from the screen and rising to his feet.

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