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

to keep up the façade

Terrence. His expression was icy as he got up and

a single unnecessary

Sylvie didn't appear bothered.

VistaLink Technologies' shoes, she'd be panicking right about

no small

drag the

As for Terrence-

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

of his coffee. "I

window at the retreating figures

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

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

had taken