How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 384

When Alexander heard those words, he couldn't help but let out a short, humorless laugh.

So that's what this is all about.

Sylvie glanced at Alexander, her voice measured and professional. "Mr. Sterling, in our line of work-perhaps you, of all people, would understand-pulling endless all-nighters, pouring ourselves into data and technical solutions. That's why we should all be committed to protecting intellectual property, don't you agree?"

"You've already finished your investigation, is that it?" Alexander couldn't be bothered to argue and cut straight to the point. "So far, all the accusations are coming from Neural Intelligence. We're not about to accept any labels you want to stick on us. Have Ms. Fielding send over the detailed evidence, and we'll conduct our own targeted investigation and respond accordingly."

Terrence offered a polite smile. "My email records can serve as evidence. If Mr. Sterling or Ms. Thorne would like, I can send them to you both."

"That's fine," Elodie replied, her expression unreadable. She stood up briskly. "In that case, I think we're done here. If Neural Intelligence wants to pursue this through official channels, go right ahead."

She had no intention of wasting more words on Sylvie or this so-called engineer. They had what they came for-confirmation and evidence of possible plagiarism. Without another word, she turned to leave.

If the engineer himself admitted that his inbox contained the original code, then it was clear: there was a copyright conflict between Neural Intelligence and VistaLink Technologies.

to get back and make sense of the entire

Alexander didn't bother to keep up the façade of politeness with

Terrence. His expression was icy as he got up and left with

a single

Sylvie didn't appear bothered.

VistaLink Technologies' shoes, she'd

no small

could drag the entire company into

As for Terrence-

spoke coolly. "Sort out your evidence. Plagiarism is serious business; you need to protect

took a sip of his coffee. "I

the glass window at the retreating figures of Elodie

flicker of sarcasm crossed her eyes. She was curious to see how VistaLink Technologies planned to

star engineer they'd lured away-he'd only been at Neural Intelligence for two weeks. VistaLink Technologies had

taken