How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 341

Watts didn't refuse to take a look.

He flipped through the proposal for a while before nodding. “Not bad. Neural Intelligence has been on my radar lately-President Fielding, you've got some pretty fresh ideas in this area."

Sylvie offered a polite smile. "Thank you. I hope if we do end up working together, we're on the same page philosophically. Mr. Aldridge, do you think it's feasible?"

Watts closed the folder.

He slid it back across the table to her, his expression relaxed but leaving no room for argument. "I'm sorry, but Eldrion Global already has other plans at the moment."

Sylvie blinked, surprised.

Was that a rejection?

Watts glanced at her, his tone even and measured. "Eldrion Global evaluates partners on a variety of factors. My personal opinion doesn't carry much weight- right now, the company has already set its sights elsewhere. President Fielding, thank you for coming all this way."

Sylvie didn't know what these "other plans" entailed.

But his meaning was clear enough; she saw no point in pressing further.

wasn't in a position to make decisions on projects this big. Even if he wanted to support her, he'd still have to align with the company's strategy. He wasn't brushing her off; his explanation was honest

rejection. She looked at Watts. "I hope we'll have

his watch.

never mentioning that he'd

the brief exchange, he headed upstairs

then glanced at the assistant standing

invited Watts to her art show, he'd never responded. Now, at least, he was polite enough to have his assistant see her out. He seemed like a considerate person. So why hadn't he replied to her

the thought away, she

results day. She'd already made a

and had arranged for Jarrod to

pretty good sense of how

time evening rolled around, Sylvie arrived at the private dining room to find Maurice and the others

her phone rang-Octavia's cheerful voice came

looked up

met his gaze as she answered Octavia, walking straight

smile, Sylvie replied to Octavia,

you, but you only have eyes for Jarrod, huh?" Maurice teased from across the table, shaking