How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 611

“Plus, the charity announced your joint donation last night. Talk about a complete turnaround in public opinion. You two are incredible.” Esmeralda smacked her lips, feigning surprise. “Decided to be a decent human all of a sudden?”

Elodie wasn’t surprised. Years in PR had taught her exactly which levers to pull for what effect.

Her mind drifted to the whole birth control incident. Even she felt a little dazed—people really were complicated, weren’t they? No one was ever just good or bad.

“As long as things have settled down, that’s what matters. What he thinks isn’t important.” Elodie grabbed a napkin and brushed a few pastry crumbs from Esmeralda’s mouth, dismissing any further thoughts about Jarrod.

“Esmeralda, do I have anything else on my schedule today?” She shifted gears, opening her laptop and firing off the question.

With the situation handled, Esmeralda didn’t dwell. She swallowed her last bite and replied, “Yep—you’ve got the competition stuff, and your new title as Chief Engineer for the U.N2 project. Big deal right now. The Aerospace Agency wants to meet, and there are a few higher-ups who’d like to see you, make some plans for what’s next. There’s also a dinner at six. Mr. Aldridge will be there too, since you two took first and second place.”

Elodie was already in prep mode, ready to take on the next challenge.

These steps were simply necessary.

She nodded. “Alright, we’ll head over together. Alex needs to follow up on Phase Two of the project.”

“Perfect, I’ll tag along for the VIP dinner.”

With her projects mapped out and the rest of the year coming into focus, Elodie felt a rare sense of clarity.

By five o’clock, she and Esmeralda set off ahead of the others.

The restaurant was discreet, tucked away atop a hill with panoramic views and a chef’s table experience.

As they parked, a voice called out from nearby. “Elodie.”

She turned to see Watts getting out of his car and striding over, Lily Lockwood trailing behind him. Lily looked impossibly young, all porcelain skin and cherubic cheeks, lips pressed in a thin, determined line as she stared at Elodie.

The girl had never been good at hiding her feelings.