How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 315

Sylvie quickly regained her composure and asked humbly, “Why do you say that?”

Klein set down his teacup, looking somewhat surprised. “With all the introductions Ms. Fielding made, did I misunderstand? I thought she was Mr. Silverstein’s subordinate, speaking on his behalf.”

This time, Jarrod finally glanced up, a faint smile curving his lips. “She’s not.”

That was all he said—no further explanation about their relationship.

Elodie didn’t look their way, but she knew perfectly well: Jarrod was deliberately giving Sylvie a boost, laying the groundwork for her. Clearly, he wanted to help Sylvie break into the defense sector—a rather painstaking effort on his part.

Just then, the private dining room door swung open.

Naylor arrived, fashionably late. As he walked in, his gaze swept around the room, immediately noticing Elodie seated at his father’s right hand—so much so that even Alexander had to shift over a bit.

Everyone at the table greeted him in turn. Sylvie, having shaken off the awkwardness from moments before, nodded to Naylor.

Klein’s expression finally relaxed at the sight of his son. He pointed to the seat next to Alexander. “Sit over here.”

That would put Naylor closer to Elodie.

Naylor didn’t object, though he couldn’t quite figure out why this dinner had been arranged in the first place.

“You know everyone here, right?” Klein asked.

Naylor hesitated, glancing at Elodie out of the corner of his eye. “More or less.”

Elodie’s gaze didn’t so much as flicker in his direction; she simply listened quietly, making no effort to greet him.

He noticed.

A subtle frown creased his brow. Was she purposely giving him the cold shoulder?