How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 478
About How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue - Chapter 478
How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue is the best current series by the author Miss Lyra. The Chapter 478 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 478 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
Elodie had no idea what anyone else was thinking, so she simply followed Charlie to the front row.
On the way, Charlie said in a low, cold voice, “If Waldron gives you a hard time again, come straight to me.”
Elodie found it funny how seriously Charlie took the whole thing, but she nodded obediently.
Once they reached their seats, Elodie scanned the room and immediately spotted Sylvie chatting with a few of the heavyweights and editors on the other side.
She kept quiet and sat down.
Meanwhile, Sylvie was in conversation with an editor she’d just been introduced to by Grady.
The editor was polite. “We can talk in more detail after this session. Ms. Fielding, have you had a chance to read any of the recent papers published?”
Sylvie hesitated. She’d been swamped lately, barely squeezing in a rushed trip to Hokkaido. After returning from New York, she’d meant to look into one of the example papers, but it kept getting pushed down her list.
“Not yet,” she admitted.
The editor gave her a meaningful look. “You might want to check them out. There’s been quite the battle of the titans lately.”
That piqued Sylvie’s curiosity.
She went online to scan the academic networks, and sure enough, a paper in one of the top journals caught her eye. Sylvie was surprised—had one of the big names published something recently?
This journal was as prestigious as they came; only a select few ever made it in. No wonder the editor had said what he did.
Still, Sylvie didn’t dwell on it. She was just starting out, after all, and the authors who published in journals like these were practically legends. There was no point comparing herself to them.
Back at her seat, Sylvie was visibly in a good mood. Events like this were a chance to meet new people, get her name out there, and be seen on all the right academic platforms.
Today’s gathering was especially lively: both Charlie and Waldron were in attendance, which sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd. It had been years since the two leading figures of the field had appeared together.
Sylvie was curious herself. She leaned over and whispered to Jarrod, “What brings Mr. Ferguson here today?”
Jarrod glanced toward the stage. “I spoke to Mr. Ferguson a couple of days ago. He cleared his schedule for this.”
A faint smile tugged at Sylvie’s lips. She understood exactly what Jarrod was doing.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue