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."

balance-making his intentions clear but not pushing too

of Eldrion Global, VistaLink

made a mental

said everything he needed to. He stood. "Well, I won't keep you any longer. Ms. Thorne, Mr. Sterling, I'll

first visit to VistaLink Technologies, so it was only natural he glanced

on an artfully designed

Alexander immediately

just realized that art gallery looks familiar. Someone held an exhibition there a while back and sent

just how he

didn't know the person, or if he thought responding was a waste of time, he

had found its way to him in the first place. Elodie shot Watts a

invited to Sylvie's exhibit,

expression changed, a laugh almost

slap. "Mr. Aldridge, I like your style. Not one for following the crowd-no wonder you and VistaLink

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

as to personally escort Watts

show of

help

he returned. "How does it feel? Having

one way to put it, but if Neural Intelligence wants to pursue a similar project,

had

Jarrod acting as a liaison for