How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 634

Elodie thought back to the night before.

Her emotions had been too raw and unsettled to notice anything odd at the time. All she remembered was that when Jarrod appeared in front of her, he looked exhausted, his clothes soaked through. Beyond that, she hadn’t picked up on anything, and he hadn’t offered a single clue.

Men in Jarrod’s position couldn’t afford to be sentimental, not in business. He wouldn’t have secured control of the Silverstein family, especially with the foreign branch constantly vying for power, if he hadn’t been ruthlessly decisive. With that kind of cutthroat approach, it was inevitable he’d make enemies. Sometimes, people with nowhere left to turn did desperate things.

She was still mulling this over when an email pinged into her inbox.

It was from Jarrod—his personal information, sent over for her to submit and resolve the immediate issue.

She stared at the email for a while, and, satisfied that he seemed fine, she casually messaged Alexander: [Nothing major.]

As for the unresolved divorce, she decided she’d rather bring it up in person with her friends. Sometimes, she needed their advice—or at least to hear how they’d handle things. Even thinking about how or when to deal with it made her feel exhausted.

The next morning.

Elodie got ready and headed out.

The apartment door across from hers was impossible to ignore, and Alexander’s words lingered in her mind. Jarrod was just that kind of person—whatever he had to say, good or bad, depended entirely on his mood.

She didn’t hesitate, turned on her heel, and took the elevator down.

At VistaLink Technologies, she hadn’t even made it upstairs before she heard a man’s voice call out.

“Elodie, why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

She turned. There in the lounge, waiting for her, sat Malcom Harcourt and his daughter, Reba.

Elodie’s gaze turned icy.