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

thought. For Sylvie, it was hardly

the stairs, he spotted

place was

security for the reception were in

had come

assumed that after what happened the last time-the awkward confession- Sylvie might start keeping her distance. But everything felt

and Alexander pulled up

later, the day's business would basically be

stepped inside, they saw

was surrounded by a

first to spot

to see Elodie again. After the fiasco at the

a sliver

chance.

that Elodie had shown up in

dwell on it. She strode over

composure restored since their last tense

for Sylvie deepening. The poise of someone destined to

Sylvie turned to Elodie and

Sylvie's sharp confidence-her heels clicking, her posture unyielding. There was always a certain aloofness

light and almost offhanded, "perhaps we could

the Neural intelligence initiative, partly to drown out the

why Sylvie wanted to talk: she wanted to resolve