How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 518

The Neural Intelligence project was progressing better than anyone had hoped. Despite the recent scandal, the guest list for tonight's reception remained impressive.

A scandal was one thing, but everyone could see the value of the project. Who would let future prospects-or money-slip away over a little bad press?

Unless, of course, Waldron was involved.

Without him, the decision might have been up for debate.

But this was a different situation altogether.

When Maurice dropped by Neural Intelligence, he couldn't help remarking, "The scale that Jarrod arranged for you is truly top-notch. With the two of you overseeing things, you won't have to worry about much. He'll make sure every detail is handled perfectly."

Sylvie easily caught Maurice's implication: she and Jarrod made an effective team.

And it was true-Jarrod had thought of everything for her.

"Jarrod put together the management team himself. Even if he's not around all the time, I don't have anything to worry about," Sylvie said.

Maurice glanced at her, his eyes flickering with something unreadable before he simply smiled. "I heard you sorted out the contract breach issue? How did you manage that did you mention it to Jarrod?"

Sylvie's expression didn't change. "No. If it's something I can handle, I won't trouble him with it. Everything's fine now."

She left it at that.

But Maurice had heard some whispers.

from the art institute had a way of

he thought.

came down the stairs, he spotted Grady arriving

place was

permits and security for the reception were

had come

awkward confession- Sylvie might start keeping her distance. But everything felt normal, and the relief was obvious on

Elodie and Alexander

later, the day's

they saw several groups mingling across the

a few people, deep

was the first to

Elodie again. After the fiasco at the gallery, she'd tried

a sliver

chance.

that Elodie had

didn't dwell on it. She strode over

composure restored since their last tense encounter

eyebrows, his respect for Sylvie deepening. The poise of someone destined

Sylvie turned to Elodie and

her posture unyielding. There was always a certain aloofness in her gaze, even when she

presence, Ms. Thorne," Sylvie said, light and almost offhanded, "perhaps we could take this opportunity to

partly to

exactly why Sylvie wanted to talk: she