How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 396

Even though Elodie's words were calm and measured, to Sylvie they dripped with biting sarcasm.

Her face hardened, and her grip on her handbag tightened involuntarily.

She took a steadying breath, forcing herself to regain composure. "I think you should understand—I had no knowledge of this matter."

Sylvie couldn't see why Elodie needed to turn on her. The priority should be resolving the case, focusing on those truly responsible—not letting petty jealousy get in the way.

With that in mind, Sylvie pressed her lips together and met Elodie's gaze. "This isn't beyond negotiation. Neural Intelligence is willing to offer compensation to VistaLink Technologies and to you. I hope we can come to an agreement and withdraw the case."

After all, it was a report based on personal testimony. Things hadn't yet reached the point of no return.

Elodie turned to face her, eyes cool and detached. "I'd rather watch you get scrubbed clean behind bars than touch your dirty money."

Sylvie stared at Elodie in disbelief, clearly not expecting such a harsh response.

away, her tone frosty as she delivered her parting words: "Go through the proper channels. You'll have plenty of time to talk

the way Sylvie's expression darkened instantly, walking straight into the VistaLink

enough to glance at Sylvie and offer

all too well how, when this scandal first broke, Sylvie had strutted around repeating, "We'll handle this by the book." Well, two could play

and falling as she fought to keep her frustration in check. She turned and strode

was obvious now—VistaLink Technologies had no intention of negotiating. They didn't care about a payout, didn't want anything at all. Their

trouble. VistaLink Technologies had more than enough evidence-defamation,

retreated to her car. Selma was waiting in the back seat, and as soon as she saw Sylvie's grim expression,

head. There hadn't even

her voice rising in agitation. "Elodie's doing this to spite you! That

send someone to prison and get away

aching temples, keeping her gaze down. "Don't worry, Mom. Jarrod will

Right-Jarrod had influence everywhere, and her daughter was his

then

When he finally answered, his voice was cool: "So? Any