How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 489

Elodie considered it for a moment. "Mr. Ferguson has always been unpredictable. If he already promised Jarrod he'd help, I doubt he'd go back on his word."

"It doesn't really matter. Personal growth is what counts. Neural Intelligence can't rely on Mr. Ferguson forever-he's just a temporary headline." Alexander cut straight to the point, then got up and tapped Elodie's desk. "Back to work. Let's not dwell on it."

The next day.

Sylvie and Selma made a decision: the art exhibition would be moved up.

Sylvie hadn't been in the best mood lately. What happened with Elodie felt like someone had carved a wound into her chest-she just couldn't shake it off.

Selma had weighed things carefully before speaking to her. "The public is fixated on Elodie right now. You need to polish your image, win back some of the goodwill she's cost you."

Sylvie understood exactly what Selma meant.

At this critical moment, she needed a boost.

"Besides," Selma added, frowning, "an art exhibition will attract plenty of people who don't know the full story-helping us build momentum. If we wait much longer, who knows what might happen."

Especially since Elodie was unpredictable who could say what she'd pull next?

to seize the

talk to the Barnes family about hosting it at their art

venue just wouldn't have

was by far the

again to the Barnes

a clear answer about the

arranged to have lunch

ready to lend

up Selma's idea

just nodded calmly, unsurprised. "Yeah, that could

"Their staff said Miss Aldridge wasn't planning to rent out

soon,

thousand a day. My

five times more

prestige was

at her. "Do you want me to cover

I can't lean on you for everything. It's not like I can't afford it, and even if I couldn't-I'd find a way. Don't

Jarrod was looking

thousand. Once the exhibition was done and her name got out there, the payoff would be much