How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 489

Elodie considered it for a moment. “Mr. Ferguson has always been unpredictable. If he already promised Jarrod he’d help, I doubt he’d go back on his word.”

“It doesn’t really matter. Personal growth is what counts. Neural Intelligence can’t rely on Mr. Ferguson forever—he’s just a temporary headline.” Alexander cut straight to the point, then got up and tapped Elodie’s desk. “Back to work. Let’s not dwell on it.”

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The next day.

Sylvie and Selma made a decision: the art exhibition would be moved up.

Sylvie hadn’t been in the best mood lately. What happened with Elodie felt like someone had carved a wound into her chest—she just couldn’t shake it off.

Selma had weighed things carefully before speaking to her. “The public is fixated on Elodie right now. You need to polish your image, win back some of the goodwill she’s cost you.”

Sylvie understood exactly what Selma meant.

At this critical moment, she needed a boost.

“Besides,” Selma added, frowning, “an art exhibition will attract plenty of people who don’t know the full story—helping us build momentum. If we wait much longer, who knows what might happen.”

Especially since Elodie was unpredictable—who could say what she’d pull next?

Better to seize the opportunity now.

Sylvie didn’t object. “We should talk to the Barnes family about hosting it at their art museum.”

A regular venue just wouldn’t have the same impact.

Patricia’s gallery was by far the best option.

So Sylvie reached out again to the Barnes family’s museum.

They gave her a clear answer about the rental fee.

Later that morning, Sylvie arranged to have lunch with Jarrod.