How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 358

Elodie’s words were measured—never too harsh, never too soft. Even in front of someone with Naylor’s powerful background, and even with Klein himself in the room, she refused to play along or pretend deference.

From the moment Naylor had shown up at VistaLink Technologies, Elodie knew Klein would inevitably get involved. This wasn’t just any project; the flight control system was critical. She and Naylor didn’t have some deep-seated feud, but she had no patience for his willful disregard of right and wrong. She wouldn’t indulge him, not even if Klein himself tried to intervene. And Naylor could forget about quietly sweeping things under the rug.

Business was business.

Only after the issue was resolved could they talk about what came next.

That was her bottom line.

Klein was caught off guard.

He had a good sense of Elodie’s character. On the surface, she seemed calm and composed, but she was anything but a pushover; she had her own mind. If even she refused to back down…

He turned to look at Naylor.

Naylor’s expression had darkened, lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line as he glared at Elodie, clearly unhappy.

He hadn’t expected Elodie to call him out—especially in front of his father.

“What’s going on?” Charlie’s voice cut in, cold and sharp.

Klein frowned, shooting Naylor a look that all but screamed, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Was this what his son was capable of? Picking fights with a young woman?

Elodie didn’t bother sparing anyone’s pride. She set down her teacup and spoke, each word precise and clear. “May I ask, Mr. Whitaker, on what grounds you’ve repeatedly mocked and slandered me, accusing me of questionable morals and of stringing multiple men along? I don’t recall ever having any personal relationship with you, much less one close enough for you to claim to ‘know’ me so well.”

Naylor’s face drained of color.

Klein’s face was thunderous. He slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet, voice icy with anger. “Naylor! Is this how I raised you?”

He suspected Elodie was even toning it down—who knew what Naylor had really said?

Even Charlie, usually unflappable, couldn’t hide his reaction. He shot Klein a frosty look and said, “Quite the son you’ve got there—bullies young women, does he?”

He set his glass down with a decisive thud and, without another word, stood and walked out, not bothering to hide his disgust.