How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 401

She asked bluntly, "Are you here to call me to account? Or is this just another attempt to threaten me into letting Sylvie Fielding off the hook?"

Jarrod met her gaze, showing no hint of reproach. He offered a slow, easy smile. "Do I look like I'm here for that?"

Elodie let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Silverstein, if you have something to say, just say it. Spare me the games."

She was genuinely curious.

What kind of threat could Jarrod possibly bring to the table?

Given his position and influence, she needed to know what he was thinking—and what he was capable of. It was better than being blindsided while VistaLink Technologies got stabbed in the back.

Jarrod was not someone she could simply turn away at the door and be done with.

Keith frowned ever so slightly, barely noticeable.

Elodie's tone toward Mr. Silverstein was... out of line, to say the least.

seem to

Elodie's wariness. He stretched out his long legs, settled comfortably on the sofa, and

are you offering me in return?" Elodie's lips

case, and I'll

was obvious;

a threat-she'd expected a threat, not... this. Jarrod was offering her Nexus

look—immediately handed

out on the coffee

talent and technical expertise, but in terms of resources, finances, R&D investment, and even basic infrastructure, you're

real foothold in the U.S. market, you need to ramp up your hardware capabilities. Production is critical. With Nexus Analytics under your name, VistaLink Technologies could scale up for at least the next decade. It's a win-win. You don't lose, and your company

struggling to process

though it was only one of Jarrod's tech companies, he'd managed to push it to the front of the pack. Nexus Analytics' productivity and influence were enormous; just last year,

willing to hand over something this valuable.

had no words for what she was feeling, her brow deeply

either destroy someone who means nothing to your future, or you can see VistaLink Technologies soar to new heights. Frankly, I'd say it's a

of mockery in her eyes. "Should I give Mr. Silverstein a round of applause for