How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 523

Sylvie had seen this coming long before it happened.

So while the others were deep in conversation, she leaned over to Jarrod and whispered, “How about lunch together? I made a reservation—let's invite Maurice too."

She looked perfectly at ease, as if nothing major was unfolding around her.

With Jarrod right by her side, she felt completely secure.

Jarrod turned his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Sure."

Sylvie instantly relaxed. "Once you cast your vote, Jarrod, the meeting should be about wrapped up."

Jarrod tapped his fingers on the table, about to say something.

Just then, the conference room door swung open.

Sylvie turned.

Standing in the doorway were Elodie and Alexander. Even Jason from Nexus Analytics had tagged along.

Sylvie's expression hardened, her brow furrowing. "Elodie, this is a Neural Intelligence executive meeting. If you barge in and disrupt us, I'll have security escort you out."

She'd only meant to give Elodie the cold shoulder for a while.

And now she was crashing the meeting?

the room froze for a second, then all eyes slowly shifted

up at

met Sylvie's gaze, her tone calm and measured. "Who said I agreed to any

ripple

she getting

it—she

sneered, "Need I remind you?

big shot might work in your own office, but

lost

ignored her

her long

the table strides purposeful. Her eyes past Jarrod, then settled

some unfortunate news for everyone," she

Jason immediately

side, arms folded, watching the scene unfold with

the table and slid them

controlling interest behind Neural Intelligence belongs

Silence crashed down.

if the very air in the

sat in stunned disbelief, her mind

to her feet, sarcasm sharpening her features. "Elodie, did you roll out of bed and start dreaming, or are

her. "You can

with his usual air of detachment. "Mr. Silverstein's investment in Neural Intelligence