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Chapter 451
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Chapter 451 There was no hiding what happened at the birthday party; word had already swept through the entire Eldermere elite. Everyone seemed to know the story.

Especially since Jarrod's status made it all the more sensational-seeing someone like him entangled in a romantic scandal was almost unthinkable for most people.

Among the upper class, it was hardly unusual for a married man to keep a mistress on the side. Seven had confidantes in every city they traveled to for business; everyone knew about it, but no one found it odd.

But what made this situation different- From the moment Sylvie had stepped into the public eye, she had played the part of Jarrod's official girlfriend. She was polished and charming, from an academic family, with the kind of Ivy League credentials that high society admired. When she returned from abroad, Mr. Silverstein himself, the patriarch of the Silverstein family, had treated her like a precious gem.

People had painted her in the best possible light.

And suddenly, overnight, it all shattered.

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The truth had cout: she was the other woman, the one who had broken up a marriage.

Her carefully crafted image of intelligence, elegance, and perfection didn't just crack-it collapsed.

That was what truly fascinated people. After all, having a mistress was nothing new. But a woman who had seemed flawless falling from grace-now that was something to gossip about.

So, when the three people at the heart of the scandal found themselves at the sevent, it was inevitable that everyone would compare, speculate, and whisper.

Elodie could practically read their minds. Human nature was always the same.

She had no interest in getting involved in this mess. She didn't care what Jarrod thought; she turned away, picked up her ncard from the table where a staff member had just set it down, and said, "No need to rearrange anything. I'll sit where I was originally assigned." With that, she walked off to her seat on the other side of the room.

She had no patience for the so-called "catfight" label people were so eager to slap on her, and she certainly wasn't going to stand around waiting for Jarrod to choose between women. The choice had always belonged to her, and her alone.

Her attitude shocked many, and once the surprise wore off, admiration set in.

No wonder she was Mrs. Silverstein-the grace and confidence she displayed weren't things you saw every day.

Even Sylvie frowned in silence, caught off guard by Elodie's move. What kind of performance was this? Clearly, Elodie was feeling guilty and insecure. She must have known she couldn't win.

Sylvie's gaze lingered on Jarrod, watching as he calmly glanced at Elodie's retreating figure.

She pressed her lips into a thin line. "Jarrod, let's just sit down." He looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Let's not make a scene. We'll stick to the original plan there's no need to adjust the seating." Sylvie instantly understood what he meant.

A staff member, confused, asked, "Should we move Ms. Fielding to a different table?" Jarrod was already taking his seat.

Before he could answer, Sylvie straightened her back and said coolly, "Thank you, but rules are rules. I'll go to my assigned seat."

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The staff were left a little baffled by the situation, but with both M5 m Silverstein and Sylvie making their positions clear, it was obvious the original arrangement would stand. In the end, the three of them sat at different tables.

For everyone watching, it was a rare and intriguing scene-impossible to decipher.

Inevitably, all eyes drifted to Elodie, who had remained composed from start to finish.

One thing was undeniable: Ms. Thorne was Mrs. Silverstein. That was fact.

Sof those nearby struck up conversations with Elodie, and she responded graciously, answering questions thoughtfully and without any airs.

Their respect for her only grew.

There had been plenty of talk about Elodie lately her remarkable abilities, her groundbreaking research that had gained national recognition, and E how she'd becMr. Sterling's most prized protégé. Even the crisis with Neural Intelligence had beca stepping stone to her success.

People were surprised to learn she was Jarrod's wife, but that wasn't the only reason, they treated her with such deference. Above all, it was her ability that truly won their respect.