How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 409

And now...

Nexus Analytics had been handed to Elodie.

But Elodie had just cut that final thread of hope.

Her eyes were cool as she tapped the termination contract with her fingertip, ignoring Sylvie's accusations. "I'm giving you two options, Ms. Fielding. One, you sign this termination agreement right now. Two, after VistaLink Technologies drops the criminal charges, they'll move forward with a civil lawsuit against Neural Intelligence for infringement. In that case, it won't just be a forced termination you'll be dealing with. What do you think?"

Sylvie's fingers dug into her palm.

She glared at Elodie's calm face, her own eyes icy cold.

At this point, there was no room for pride-only a flush of humiliation.

Neural Intelligence couldn't afford another lawsuit.

Elodie was using her personal disappointment as an excuse to settle old scores, mixing business with her own jealousy.

Sylvie refused to argue further. Her face set, she strode forward, opened the contract, and signed her name.

She understood there was no turning back now. Pushing harder would only give Elodie more opportunities to make things difficult for her.

Elodie, unconcerned, simply watched as Sylvie signed.

Then she stood and walked out.

be handled by

on, draining both sides. Having Sylvie as the party in breach and ending the contract was far more

another minute or

future collaboration was out of the

to stop by the Nexus Analytics plant one last time to check

Sylvie followed close behind.

"Ms. Thorne, you really are full of surprises. I hope you

man you fished out of the gutter for pulling you back from the brink-not wasting

Sylvie's face darkened.

didn't bother with her and turned to

sight of Jarrod stepping out of

utterly unreadable—no anger, no warmth, as if none of

turned away

breath before joining Jarrod. "You came

go?" Jarrod

froze

her pride wouldn't let her falter. She shook her head. "Not well.

would realize Elodie was

Analytics into the picture on Sylvie's behalf, never imagining Elodie would stoop

was determined to handle things herself, to

If you need

Jarrod was her anchor, but

uplodie .

scraps.