BookToReadChapter 418 Even as a few eager guests tried to catch his attention with polite greetings, Waldron ignored them all and strode right past, just as brusque and eccentric as ever, with no patience for superficial niceties.
He cto a stop in front of their small group.
Sylvie's smile brightened, suddenly genuine. "Mr. Ferguson." Jarrod inclined his head in greeting.
Waldron gave a short nod, his gaze flicking to Alexander, then to Elodie standing beside him.
He'd always respected Alexander-after all, he was the only son of that infamous old man, and his talents were well known even on the international stage.
As for Elodie...
Waldron barely spared her a glance before turning to Alexander. "Are you two together now?" Back in the day, they had spent so much tworking side by side that everyone assumed they'd inevitably beca couple.
The question landed out of nowhere.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven Jarrod glanced at the pair, curious.
But Waldron didn't wait for Alexander or Elodie to answer. With his hands clasped behind his back, he let out a dry, sardonic laugh. "Well, Alexander, your taste in partners leaves something to be desired certainly not as sharp as Mr. Silverstein's." The jab was sharp, and the target obvious.
Jarrod's eyes flickered briefly to Elodie's face. Waldron's unpredictability—both in action and in word-was legendary.
Elodie, however, showed no sign of being rattled.
She understood the subtext at once.
All these years later, Mr. Ferguson still hadn't forgiven her for the choice she made back then.
Even Sylvie was caught off-guard by Waldron's bluntness toward Elodie; she kept her expression composed, but a faint, amused smile crept into her eyes.
Even Mr. Ferguson believed Elodie couldn't compare to her.
It was as if he was declaring Elodie unworthy of Alexander-and that she, Sylvie, was the one truly suited for Jarrod.
"Mr. Ferguson, you're joking-Ms. Fielding isn't Mr. Silverstein's wife," Alexander said mildly. He knew full well how Waldron operated, but couldn't resist clarifying the facts.
Sylvie shot him a silent look of annoyance. That comment was completely unnecessary.
Waldron, uninterested in further conversation, simply turned away and strode off to wherever he was headed.
But the little hadn't gone unnoticed.
Not far away, Naylor and Grady had caught every word.
Naylor watched Waldron's retreating back. Did that old man know Elodie? His words were awfully pointed. Grady sauntered up, giving Elodie a cold once-over before turning to Sylvie and Jarrod. "Mr. Ferguson seems to have a good eye. I set Ms. Fielding greet him-do you all know each other? He seemed rather friendly." Sylvie gave a pleasant, noncommittal smile. "Yes, we're acquainted." She didn't mention that she'd only just met him recently at Goldspire.
Of course, Jarrod kept his silence, playing the part of the uninvolved bystander.
Grady looked genuinely surprised. "So Mr. Ferguson's sudden appearance tonight is it for Ms. Fielding, by any chance?" His words immediately drew the attention of those nearby. Heads turned, people murmured.
Everyone knew what kind of figure Waldron was.
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Years ago, hed withdrawn from public life at the height of his genius-brilliant, volatile, utterly m unpredictable He never attended social gatherings, and though his former students now held key positions across the country, he never granted them special treatment. The fact that he'd shown up tonight for Sylvie? "That's a bit of an exaggeration," Sylvie replied with a light laugh, offering no further explanation.
But to everyone else, her words sounded like tacit confirmation.
"So does that mean Mr. Ferguson's planning to take Ms. Fielding under his wing?" Alexander arched an eyebrow, cutting straight to the heart of the matter. Elodie glanced at Sylvie, fully aware of her abilities.
Waldron was picky to the extreme; nothing was ever certain with him.
Sylvie met Alexander's gaze. "Mr.
Ferguson loves his freedom above all else-taking on a protégé would feel like a shackle to him. It all depends on fate, really. I'm just glad I can consult him on professional matters whenever I need to. That's enough for me." Alexander let out a soft laugh. "I see. Then Ms. Fielding will have to keep working hard." Sylvie didn't take offense; the facts spoke for themselves-she did know Mr. Ferguson, and he had cout of seclusion tonight.
Alexander figured she'd simply stolen the spotlight from Elodie again, just as she had lately.
He didn't care what Sylvie thought.
Without another word, he turned to leave, Elodie following in his wake.
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