How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 354

When Elodie heard that Naylor was already downstairs in the VistaLink

Technologies lobby, she didn't even look up from her work. News about TerraCore Technologies' latest maneuvers always managed to reach her ears, and she knew Naylor was eager to break into the drone manufacturing market. If he wanted in, he'd have no choice but to rely on her new flight control system.

Alexander, on the other hand, was far more decisive. He turned to his assistant and said, "Please let Mr. Whitaker know I'm out of the office. Ask him to come another time."

He hadn't forgotten Naylor's past remarks about Elodie-always laced with bias and condescension. The last thing VistaLink Technologies wanted was to let someone benefit from their hard work and still look down on them.

Elodie had no objections.

Downstairs, the assistant found Naylor waiting by the reception desk. With a polite smile, he said, "Mr. Whitaker, I'm afraid Mr. Sterling is out at the moment. Sorry you had to come all this way."

Naylor frowned immediately. "Any idea when he'll be back?"

The assistant's expression didn't change. "I'm afraid I don't know, Mr. Whitaker. My apologies."

Naylor wasn't naïve. If VistaLink Technologies had even a shred of goodwill left, they'd have suggested rescheduling. Instead, even though their excuse was paper-thin, they didn't bother pretending otherwise.

even trying

He was about to press further when

"Mr. Whitaker?"

to discuss the flight control system patent too?" Sylvie looked calm and collected. "Yes. VistaLink Technologies is driving

assistant, who hadn't left yet. "Could you please

helpful suggestion. "Mr. Sterling is out, but Ms. Thorne is upstairs. Would you like to try scheduling a time with Ms.

That suggestion stung.

brows knit together, her expression sharpening. So if Alexander wouldn't see her, she was supposed to humble

move on

just waiting here to

investor who happened to land a seat at the table. Today's little performance was clearly orchestrated to put Sylvie

replied coldly. "This is important—I want to

was putting on airs, trying to force her to beg for an appointment. And if she actually gave in, who knew

case, there's no need to wait-Mr. Sterling isn't available for

by just how