How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 386

At the moment, Elodie had no idea what was happening on the Neural

Intelligence side.

Still, with technical experts from different countries brought in to support Sylvie, it was only a matter of time before Neural Intelligence made headlines with their own achievements.

Elodie didn't see any issue with that.

Alexander let out a dry laugh. "Jarrod really paved a smooth road for Sylvie, didn't he? VistaLink Technologies runs into a crisis, and suddenly Neural Intelligence is in the spotlight."

Elodie stayed quiet.

Frankly, she didn't care what happened to him anymore.

Right now, their priority was to track down solid evidence.

And pacifying VistaLink Technologies' partners was no small feat either.

By the time Elodie finished a meeting with one of the partner companies, she was already nursing a headache. It wasn't frustration over the incident itself but the way these sudden emergencies had drained her energy, forcing her to push past her limits just to keep up.

Now, she just felt wrung out and weak.

Alexander noticed she was looking pale.

something to

put up

nearby, tucked

happened to be a

upstairs. As they passed a partitioned alcove, someone called

a surprise? Join us

and saw Malcom, Reba Harcourt, Jarrod, and Sylvie gathered around

over, his gaze lingering on

nothing. He didn't ask about the recent patent

polite smile. "Mr.

impressive. To a bystander, you'd

and chimed in, "We're all friends here. Besides, it's been ages since I last saw you. I was here talking business with Ms. Fielding-since we've wrapped things up, why not join

even colder. "What's there to chat about? If you can stomach lunch with the man who meddled in your own

expression darkened, clearly

her feet. "Elodie, do you have to be so rude? That's our father you're talking to. Don't you

Sylvie's composure slipped; she glanced at Elodie in

not bothering with pleasantries. "Don't try to play the family card with

was a den of wolves. Years ago, they'd picked her bones clean, and when she had no value left, they'd only used her one last time- to

anger. "No wonder your love life's a mess. With that attitude, who could stand

up at

agree with Reba-why else would

corners of her mouth lifted, but she kept her