How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 620

Elodie was genuinely taken aback by his bluntness. Rubbing her temples in exasperation, she realized she had little reason to come looking for him in the first place. “If it’s inconvenient, then forget it.”

After all, this SX Alloy project was going to be a long-term endeavor. Nothing would be decided overnight.

If he wasn’t willing, it wasn’t as if she could force him at knifepoint.

Just as she was about to hang up—

“The Silverstein Group. I’ll wait for you.”

It was as if Jarrod had read her mind, his tone leisurely as he spoke, and then—before she could say anything else—he hung up.

With her answer in hand, Elodie didn’t bother to revisit their earlier conversation. She swung her car around and headed straight for the Silverstein Group building.

It had been a long time since she last set foot in the Silverstein Group’s headquarters. Now, as she walked into the lobby, the crowd surged around her, but more than a few heads turned, their eyes following every step she took.

At the reception desk, the staff were all professionalism and respect. One of them gave a deferential gesture. “Mrs. Silverstein, you can take Mr. Silverstein’s private elevator.”

Elodie accepted their courtesy with a polite nod and stepped into the elevator.

Now that her identity was public knowledge, the change in people’s attitudes was impossible to miss—outward friendliness was suddenly everywhere.

When she reached the executive floor, she passed by the secretarial department. The assistants inside were busy with their work, but as soon as they caught sight of her, expressions shifted, eyes clouded with complicated emotions.

After all, Elodie had once been the Silverstein Group’s PR manager—a role with virtually no connection to Mr. Silverstein himself. She’d always kept a low profile. Who could have guessed…?

Now, everyone seemed to be racking their brains, wondering if they’d ever managed to offend her in the past.

Elodie couldn’t care less what they were thinking. She walked straight to Jarrod’s office.

She didn’t see Andrea or Keith around, so she knocked on the door herself.

When she pushed the door open, Jarrod just happened to look up from behind his desk, slipping off a pair of rimless safety glasses as he did. “Have you eaten? Want to grab a bite together?”

“No need. I’m here to discuss some work matters.” Elodie sat down on the couch, all business.