How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 412

Elodie stared in disbelief at the man already seated.

Waldron Ferguson-a legendary name in the field, standing shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Sterling.

Years ago, Mr. Ferguson had studied and conducted research in Verdania. It wasn't until twenty years back that he returned home, working alongside top academics to advance the nation's aerospace and defense technology. For years, he and Charlie Sterling were hailed as the North and South's twin giants, earning immense respect throughout the industry.

But Mr. Ferguson had withdrawn from public life several years ago. Most of his protégés now held key research positions in defense, delving deep into cutting- edge military technology.

Even the sixth-generation jet Klein Whitaker had invited her to work on next fall fell under that same domain.

"Mr. Ferguson? Jarrod actually managed to coax Mr. Ferguson out of retirement?" Alexander was equally astonished. Having grown up in that world, he understood just how significant this was.

Waldron was infamous for his eccentricity and prickly temper-but his talent was nothing short of a national treasure.

"He's that impressive?" Esmeralda blinked, confused. The names and reputations meant little to her.

Elodie nodded slowly. "He's on par with the top academicians. The two of them have spent their whole lives arguing over research-let's just say... they're not exactly friendly."

personalities and

it. "Jarrod must have some serious connections if he convinced

if Mr. Ferguson agrees to take Sylvie under his wing, all the recent drama around her would

associated with Mr. Ferguson would put an end to all

genuinely hadn't seen this

What kind of favor did Jarrod have

"He wanted you

own project, so she'd declined Mr.

So, in a way...

mean you're on Mr. Ferguson's bad side?" Alexander couldn't help but

then-not one for subtlety or politics. She'd refused him outright,

someone as notoriously difficult as Waldron Ferguson, there

considered this.

she bumped into him, ignoring him would be rude; greeting

somewhere else to eat."

the other side of the