How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 765

By the time Lucinda arrived, she already had a good grasp of the situation.

Andrea had filled her in.

Jarrod was injured.

Elodie had asked her to come to the board meeting—to steady the ship, and, at a critical moment, to show support and help sway key votes.

Even now, Lucinda was deeply worried about Jarrod, but Elodie had called her just minutes ago. “I need you to cooperate,” Elodie had said. “Let me handle this.”

Lucinda decided to trust Elodie, just this once.

When Elinor tried to provoke her, Lucinda swept her gaze over, cool and sharp. “Elinor, I know you don’t get many chances to attend meetings at headquarters, but you ought to show some restraint. There’s no need for you to meddle in company business.”

Elinor’s smirk faltered.

“So why isn’t Jarrod here? If he can’t handle something like this, maybe it’s time he stepped aside for someone more capable,” Elinor pressed.

“If he were truly competent, wouldn’t the Italian division have made the Fortune list by now? Or is it that you and he simply don’t want it?” The words, delivered in Elodie’s calm, almost detached voice as she stepped out of the back elevator, cut deeper than they should have.

Elinor’s expression soured; she bristled, “Elodie, you should watch your tone when speaking to your elders.”

Lucinda shot her a frosty look. “If all you want to hear are pleasantries, I’m not going to waste my breath.”

Elinor’s face turned cold.

She’d always known Lucinda was a formidable opponent. The heiress had never liked her, and they’d never gotten along. But to be snubbed like this in front of Elodie—the younger generation—stung more than she cared to admit.

Elinor managed a brittle smile. “No matter. My family’s celebrating good news today, so I’ll let it slide.”

Elodie ignored her completely and turned to Lucinda. “Come inside with me, please.”

At the very least, with Lucinda in the room, the others couldn’t accuse Mrs. Silverstein of meddling where she didn’t belong. Lucinda was, after all, a shareholder.

Lucinda glanced at Elodie’s IV drip and the cast on her left arm.

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