How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

"Is that so?" Alexander's gaze lingered on Maurice, his tone layered with meaning. "Sounds like you have a lot of respect for the U.N2's creator."

Maurice gave a wry smile. "Who wouldn't admire someone as brilliant as Mr. Sterling?"

His words were genuine-he really did look up to Sterling. But he was also angling for future opportunities; VistaLink Technologies was fast becoming the industry's rising star. His father had always told him: build a good relationship with Alexander, and you can't lose.

Elodie stayed silent, calm and collected from beginning to end.

Ambition and the pursuit of profit-those were basic human instincts.

She reached for a napkin, only to be caught off guard when another hand, long- fingered and warm, brushed against hers across the table. The pads of Jarrod's fingers accidentally grazed hers, holding them for a split second.

A jolt ran through her. Elodie looked up in surprise.

Jarrod was watching her, expression steady. Even as he met the slight quiver in her eyes, his face remained composed. As if he hadn't noticed her discomfort, he simply withdrew his hand, unhurried.

Elodie pulled her own hand back, but the sensation lingered-scalding, tingling, and annoyingly persistent.

Her brows drew together.

how did they just happen to brush hands now? Did he think

frowned to

one else seemed to

then, Sylvie spoke up, her voice steady and assured. "I've always admired Mr. Sterling. The U.N2 project is exactly why I chose this field. I actually tried to join his team before, hoping to learn from him firsthand. But I'm confident—I'll still have chances

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them realized

goals so many fought tooth and nail

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