How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 511

After settling on a time, Elodie arranged to meet at VistaLink Technologies.

When Albin arrived, he couldn't help but give Elodie a quick once-over. The last time they'd seen each other had been at city hall.

He immediately noticed the change in her. These days, the story of Ms. Thorne at VistaLink Technologies was circulating widely outside their circle. This case was turning into Elodie's first major battle in academia-one that had caught the attention of anyone following the famous "Verdant University thesis” incident. "Ms. Thorne, it's been a while," Albin said, stepping forward to shake her hand. Elodie stood to greet him, then asked Candida to bring in coffee.

"Albin, it's good to see you again. I assume you're up to speed with my case?"

Albin nodded as he took a seat. "I looked over the files the firm sent while I was in London a few days ago. I've got a general idea. As you know, intellectual property cases aren't exactly popular with most lawyers-not because they're necessarily difficult, but because the boundaries are so vague. That's what makes them complex."

“I understand,” Elodie replied. “We do have some evidence, but I want to pursue Selma for the majority of her early work-not just a piece or two." If it had only been a single painting, things would have been much simpler.

Albin nodded again, not appearing daunted. "Complexity doesn't mean it can't be handled. Since you've come to me, I'll do my best not to let you down."

They discussed the necessary steps of the case in a crisp, professional exchange. Elodie was cooperative throughout.

"If you trust me, you can leave this to me," Albin assured her. "I'll handle the follow-up."

believe in your professionalism,

then looked him in the eye, her meaning clear. "I want to be sure—- Albin, you do know who Sylvie and Selma are,

I'm willing to risk upsetting Mr.

That was exactly what she needed

table. "I'm not worried-and I don't think Mr. Silverstein

He seemed completely unconcerned.

him for a moment.

did seem unruffled,

him

a hint of hesitation, she would

nodded politely. "Ms.

any more

"Thank you, Albin."

left, Elodie finally let out

she hadn't realized she

a little more smoothly. Regardless, she was prepared for a long

that afternoon, Elodie heard some news: Selma's contract with the art institute had been terminated, and she was now facing a massive penalty for breach