How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 307

The military's requirements for this project were even more demanding than before.

Over the next two days, Elodie and Alexander found themselves locked in a series of long, intense meetings. They dissected every practical detail from every angle-rescue operations, disaster response, and how this would differ from standard consumer or even advanced models. Everything-payload, navigation systems, battery life-needed to be taken to a whole new level of reliability.

Once they had a rough concept outlined, it was time to move things forward with Neural Intelligence.

Elodie took Galen along for a visit to Neural Intelligence's headquarters. This was her first time there, and she needed to coordinate with their team.

Neural Intelligence had already hit its stride; the company ran like a well-oiled machine. It wasn't until she was standing inside the vast lobby that Elodie truly understood the scale of it all. Money had been poured into every inch-this place could compete with any longstanding tech firm in the city.

With someone like Jarrod backing it, getting Sylvie's startup off the ground had probably been child's play.

Elodie and Galen met with one of the department heads. By the time they finished and made their way back downstairs, it was already past ten.

Galen headed out to bring the car around. Elodie sent Emile Thorne a quick message, letting him know she'd be joining him for dinner that evening.

As soon as she hit send and lifted her head, she spotted Seymour coming around the corner not far away. He saw her too, and immediately stopped in his tracks.

Without so much as a glance, Elodie strode right past him. Seymour's face twisted with a complicated expression. He'd half been planning to say hello-after all, they'd worked together for several months-but as he watched her walk away, he just shrugged carelessly. Neural Intelligence had a boundless future ahead, and he was simply looking out for himself.

Sylvie caught sight of the scene as she approached in her heels. "Were you just coordinating with her?" she asked, her voice cool and detached.

Seymour shook his head quickly. "No, just bumped into her. I was meeting with someone else."

Elodie's direction, then turned and headed for the elevators, Seymour following

Sylvie said, flipping through a folder as she walked. “How well do

replying, "Mr. Sterling has always looked

Ms. Thorne?

brow furrowed almost

much outside investment-people in the industry were surprised the funding was secured so

"All of it?"

hundred million. Out

Elodie had been abruptly removed from the project leadership team, and no wonder she now acted with such authority on the military

take center stage at the bidding meetings.

in Sylvie's mind, Elodie

the folder shut, her face barely changing, but a cold, silent laugh played at the corners of her mouth. "That makes sense,"

could possibly care about her, or even "like" her. Now it was clear-Elodie simply didn't have the skills, so she

missing the subtext, asked, "President

a message to meet for lunch. She

capital? The answer was obvious—it

already spending Jarrod's money as if she were Mrs. Silverstein. The

that Elodie had actually led the VistaLink Technologies project's development. But just as he was about

word, making it clear she'd lost

the hospital around four. Emile's condition had been