How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 388

Jarrod's eyes drifted from his computer screen to Maurice.

Sylvie frowned, confusion creasing her brow. "Maurice, what are you talking about?"

She clearly thought she'd misheard him.

Maurice glanced at his phone, wondering if fatigue was making him see things. He held it out for Jarrod and Sylvie to read. "VistaLink Technologies just released a new statement. There's not a single word about the allegations of flight control system plagiarism—just that Elodie was the sole developer, not part of the VistaLink Technologies team."

Sylvie lowered her gaze to the phone and scanned the statement.

Her expression darkened, tinged with disbelief.

It was almost laughable.

"Just now, you gave Mr. Sterling some advice and he brushed it off, but the second he turns around, he throws Elodie under the bus? This is so blatant— they've found themselves a scapegoat." Maurice shook his head, incredulous.

At a time like this, anyone put in the spotlight was clearly being set up to take the fall.

Sylvie forced herself to think fast, knitting her brows as she tried to decipher Alexander's intentions. By all accounts, he and Elodie were close-close enough that he'd given her every resource she ever needed to climb the ladder. Why would he do this now?

had already drawn his own conclusion. "VistaLink Technologies and

She was expendable.

her forward was a move to draw all of

argue

clear: Alexander had sacrificed Elodie to protect the bigger

that's how it was. When it came to matters of real consequence, Alexander could be

just been

even, unhurried tone. "The statement from VistaLink Technologies doesn't mention the

whether you believe Alexander just threw Elodie away, or you believe Elodie single-handedly developed this flight control system.

bother

couldn't be pulled off by one person, no matter how talented. Elodie might

to Jarrod, considering for a moment before speaking. "Jarrod, Mr. Sterling's intentions are clear. By putting Elodie out front, he's making her take the heat. Now

can come up with a compromise

but Jarrod and Elodie had once been

knew Jarrod couldn't care less about what happened

threatened, that was another matter. Who knew what Elodie

lowered, his expression unchanged. He hit the enter key, then said with icy detachment, as if he were just a