How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 490

After lunch, Jarrod excused himself and headed back to the office for some urgent business.

Sylvie made her way straight to Neural Intelligence—she had a meeting scheduled that afternoon.

Jarrod settled behind his desk, listening as Keith gave his report. Once he was clear on the day’s agenda, he closed the file, glanced up, and asked, “The Obsidian Gallery’s exhibition opens tomorrow?”

Keith quickly double-checked, “Yes, sir. Is there anything you’d like me to arrange?”

“Set up a meeting with the director. I want to see him tomorrow.”

Keith hesitated. “Are you planning to attend the exhibition yourself?”

It was rare—Mr. Silverstein’s schedule was already packed, and tomorrow was no exception.

Jarrod rubbed his brow, his tone casual. “No, I’m not attending the show. I’m taking Miss Selma to meet him, discuss a potential partnership.”

Keith immediately caught Jarrod’s drift. “Understood. I’ll make the appointment right away.”

That westside gallery—Mr. Silverstein had invested in it years back. Now it made sense; he’d been thinking ahead. With their prior investment and with Jarrod personally introducing Miss Selma to negotiate a contract, the whole process would likely be seamless.

In effect, Jarrod was handing Selma a golden opportunity—a secure, long-term arrangement. And, in doing so, he was giving Ms. Fielding a safety net as well.

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Later that afternoon, Esmeralda burst into Elodie’s office, her face alight with excitement. “I’ve got some fantastic news!”

Elodie tore her gaze from her computer. “What’s going on?”

Esmeralda took a deep breath, thrusting her phone into Elodie’s hands. “A friend just sent me these—take a look. Isn’t this the painting you’ve been searching for?”

Elodie glanced down. Esmeralda’s friend had sent several photos, all taken inside an art gallery. And there, hanging on the wall, was the painting—Selma’s painting. The one Elodie had been trying to track down.