How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 190

She could tell at once—this woman had to be a member of the Global Horizons University Board.

Jarrod, ever composed, took the lead with introductions. "This is Ms. Thorne," he said, his tone smooth and unhurried. "She works closely with Mr. Sterling at VistaLink Technologies."

Felicity's eyes lit up with sudden understanding.

Elodie set down her laptop and offered a polite nod. "Hello, I'm Elodie."

Felicity found herself instantly drawn to the girl's calm, self-possessed presence—a quiet confidence that left a strong first impression.

Just then, Sylvie finished her conversation with Octavia and walked over.

Having missed Felicity's words, she slipped her arm through Jarrod's with effortless grace and greeted Felicity with poise. "President Warwick, it's a pleasure. I'm Sylvie."

She managed her entrance without so much as glancing at Elodie.

Elodie, for her part, turned her gaze away, her eyes frosted with indifference.

Ever since the incident at the hospital, she'd lost any interest in putting on a friendly façade.

Felicity, oblivious to the tension between Elodie and Sylvie, focused instead on the closeness between Jarrod and Sylvie. The dynamic was obvious, and Felicity decided to let the earlier awkwardness slide. "Ms. Fielding, I've heard great things about you. My son Naylor mentioned you—said you're already making waves in aerospace. Impressive."

Sylvie answered with modesty, though the compliment took her aback. She hadn't expected Naylor to mention her to his mother.

She smiled, her tone light. "You're too kind, Mrs. Whitaker."

Felicity had other matters to attend to. "Please, everyone—take your seats. We'll be starting soon. Let's catch up after."

Just then, Alexander returned.

The room was filling up, and Elodie recognized more and more familiar faces from the industry.

Grady and Naylor arrived together and took their seats, followed by several other prominent CEOs.

She glanced at the time and leaned over to quietly remind him, "Your stage slot isn't for another hour. Have you decided on a preferred investor?"

The projected funding for the new project was in the neighborhood of fifty million—a considerable sum that called for caution.

Her voice stayed low, just for Alexander. To others, it simply looked like she was interrupting their technical discussion at the wrong moment.

Sylvie frowned ever so slightly, hiding her irritation.

She set her handbag on the table with a measured thud.

Grady's own annoyance flickered across his face, though he quickly covered it with a smile. "Ms. Thorne, perhaps leave the technical talk to us for now? Unless, of course, you're speaking for Mr. Sterling?"

Just an assistant, and she didn't even know when to stay quiet.

How on earth had Alexander become so taken with her?