Chapter 466

Sylvie emerged from the building, her gaze icy as she swept a glance over Elodie. With an air of haughty indifference, she strode straight to the waiting car.

Elodie recognized the vehicle immediately.

One of Jarrod's cars.

Clearly, Sylvie had no intention of catching a ride back with the Neural Intelligence team. Jarrod had sent a car just for her.

Alexander's brow tightened.

A personal driver sent just to pick her up for a date? Even after their affair had been publicly exposed, Jarrod was still going out of his way for Sylvie?

He kept his thoughts to himself.

Elodie, unfazed by the little scene, climbed into the car and immediately began strategizing about what kind of proposal would give them the edge in the next round.

Just as she settled in, she noticed a missed call from Watts.

It had come in a couple of hours earlier.

She'd silenced her phone and hadn't noticed it.

Watts hadn't tried again after that.

Elodie reasoned that if it had been a work emergency, he could have reached Alexander or Esmeralda. If it was just personal-

She decided not to call back.

certain distance, so as not to give the other party

back at

Esmeralda brought news.

Barnes-President Barnes-you remember

up, a little puzzled. "Of course.

handed her

Barnes family was hosting a public art exhibition-apparently, someone in the family was an

weekend. We could treat it like a little outing." Esmeralda clung to Elodie's arm, coaxing her with

always interested her, probably because her mother was in the field. The invitation was already there, so she nodded.

When the weekend arrived,

Esmeralda found themselves

“This museum

it exhibits

from renowned artists-both local

international. Today, though, the Barnes family

old money-the kind that could afford a lavish museum. On regular days, the place rented out space for all kinds of

on display. She

oil paintings were intensely realistic, and the visual impact was

part of the artist's spirit had pierced through the canvas, reaching

at

A powerful, distinctive style.

sudden urge welled up in her-she wanted to meet

Thorne?" A woman's warm, low voice

keen gaze before offering a faint smile. "We meet again. I've

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