How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 368

Today, the institute was open to two hundred visitors.

Different companies had applied as groups in advance.

A crowd gathered at the entrance, everyone buzzing with anticipation.

A black sedan pulled up just as Elodie turned her head. She caught sight of Jarrod stepping out, moving with his usual gentlemanly grace. He paused and, ever considerate, reached back to hold the car door so Sylvie wouldn’t bump her head as she climbed out.

Sylvie looked to be in excellent spirits. Tilting her face up, she offered Jarrod a gentle, charming smile, saying something only he could hear.

Jarrod answered her every now and then in his low, polite tone.

Nearby, from another car, Maurice and Grady Mercer strolled over, chatting idly as they joined the growing crowd.

It wasn’t long before all eyes drifted to Elodie and Alexander as they made their way toward the main building.

Elodie, however, had already looked away, continuing inside with Alexander without so much as a nod in the others’ direction. She had no intention of exchanging empty pleasantries today.

Jarrod watched her retreating figure for just a moment before turning to greet a company director who had come over to make small talk.

Once everyone had entered the grounds, a coordinator appeared to organize the visitors, and the various groups naturally gathered closer together.

Sylvie hovered by Jarrod’s side, barely glancing at Elodie, who stood a few yards away. Instead, she kept her attention on Jarrod, occasionally covering her lips with a hand as she whispered something to him.

Grady, who still held a certain respect for Alexander, stepped forward to greet him. “Mr. Sterling, is Chloe not coming today?”

He couldn’t help feeling exasperated with his younger sister, whose lack of ambition was a constant disappointment. Why couldn’t she be more like Alexander—or at least take some inspiration from someone as impressive as Sylvie? Instead, she spent all her time tagging along with Elodie.

“She’s not fond of these events,” Alexander replied with an easy smile. “No point in forcing her.”

Grady nodded, glancing briefly at Elodie. Esmeralda’s presence made sense—after all, she managed VistaLink Technologies. But Elodie? In just a few short months, she had risen into a world that had never belonged to her.