How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 450

Even though the company staff had already reined themselves in, those curious, speculative glances were impossible to ignore.

Sylvie pressed her lips into a thin line. She refused to let even the slightest crack in her composure show; chin up, shoulders squared, she strode into the elevator and made her way upstairs.

When she entered her office, her assistant, struggling to mask her shock and a tangle of other emotions, quickly approached. “President Fielding, your schedule this morning: at ten, you have the city’s science and technology planning meeting.”

“Thank you,” Sylvie replied.

She rubbed at her brow. No matter what had happened, work still had to go on.

After gathering her things, she left the office early to head to the meeting.

But the moment she saw Elodie and Alexander already seated at the venue, Sylvie couldn’t quite keep her expression in check.

It wasn’t unusual for major corporations to gather for these government initiatives.

But this—this was different.

Not after everything had been turned upside down.

Sylvie sensed, almost immediately, the unfiltered stares trained on her from all directions.

Gone were the respectful, admiring looks of the past. Now, there was something else in their eyes—something sharp, almost predatory. Clearly, news of yesterday’s debacle hadn’t just leaked; it had exploded, and everyone here knew.

The shift in the room felt like invisible needles pricking at her skin.

Still, she kept her face composed and walked in steady heels toward the steps.

Alexander had only learned the full story this morning, courtesy of Esmeralda. It had shocked him, honestly. He turned to Elodie and murmured, “Sylvie’s nerves are something else. I definitely underestimated her. Even with her reputation in shambles, she can still walk in here like nothing happened.”

He couldn’t deny a flicker of satisfaction.

After all, Sylvie had once paraded around as Mrs. Silverstein, basking in the limelight at every event. Now? Things weren’t so smooth for her anymore.

Elodie, for her part, mostly felt disgusted by the whole situation.

From the moment she’d arrived, people had been swarming her, greeting her warmly, addressing her as “Mrs. Silverstein”—opportunists, every one of them.

Inside the hall, the organizers were arranging the seating. Elodie followed protocol, looking for her and Alexander’s names.