How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 336

Watts was telling the truth for once.

When it came to the developer of U.N2, everything at the top had always been strictly confidential. Even his father had never let slip a single clue.

Five years ago, U.N2 burst onto the scene out of nowhere.

The impact on him had been profound.

Given his father's position, it was only natural he'd be interested in all things military. If he had to compare it to an emotion, U.N2 was his first love-the one that had awakened his heart-and to this day, it still lingered as his white knight, the one he could never forget.

Among all the integrated surveillance and strike systems, U.N2 was absolutely in the top tier.

But-

It had recently been confirmed that Alexander was not the developer.

Now, Alexander's expression grew even more enigmatic. He raised an eyebrow at Elodie. "Mr. Aldridge has good taste, but that person isn't me."

With that, he walked over to Elodie's side, grinning with a knowing look. "Look at that—fair skin, bright eyes, and our own little fanboy. It's really touching."

Elodie knew he was teasing her and ignored him.

Watts, for his part, was perfectly capable of taking a joke and had long known Alexander wasn't the mysterious developer. He stood up. "As for cooperation, if there's an opportunity, I sincerely hope VistaLink Technologies and Eldrion Global can consider each other. That's just my intention. VistaLink can make the choice that suits them best."

intentions

the sheer size and reputation of Eldrion Global, VistaLink would naturally give

mental note of

needed to. He stood. "Well, I won't keep you

VistaLink Technologies, so it was only natural he glanced around, taking in the

on an artfully

Alexander immediately noticed.

to the building. He didn't mention any names. "I just realized that art gallery looks familiar. Someone held an exhibition there a while back and sent me an invitation. But honestly, I didn't really know them, so I

just how

or if he thought responding was

invitation had found its way to him in the first place.

even Watts had been invited to Sylvie's

once, Alexander's expression changed, a laugh almost escaping

Watts with newfound appreciation and warmth, giving his shoulder a friendly slap. "Mr. Aldridge, I like your style. Not one for

who snubbed Sylvie's crowd was, in Alexander's book, automatically a 'person of taste'-good people, worthy of a gold

went so far as to personally escort

rare show of

couldn't help but laugh a

was in high spirits when he returned. "How does it

capped her pen. "That's one way to put it, but if Neural Intelligence wants to pursue a similar project, there's no guarantee they

had

acting as a liaison for Neural Intelligence, they'd