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.

art institute had a way of filtering through

million wasn't much, he thought. For Sylvie, it was hardly a

stairs, he spotted Grady arriving at the entrance

was

security for the reception were

had come

after what happened the last time-the awkward confession- Sylvie might start keeping

and Alexander pulled

later, the day's business would basically

saw several

by a few people, deep in

was the first

to see Elodie again. After the fiasco at

even a sliver

chance.

that Elodie had shown up

on it. She strode over to

She nodded at Alexander, her composure restored

Sylvie deepening. The poise of someone destined to do great

pause, Sylvie turned to Elodie and addressed her quietly,

confidence-her heels clicking, her posture unyielding. There was always a certain aloofness

light and almost offhanded, "perhaps we

to draw attention to the Neural intelligence initiative, partly to drown out the

Sylvie wanted to talk: she