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?

second, then all eyes slowly shifted to Jarrod, who had been observing

glanced up at

measured. "Who said I agreed

sent a ripple of

was she getting

hardly process it—she

I remind you? This isn't VistaLink

big shot might work in your own office, but

lost

Elodie ignored

her long

strode to the head of the table strides purposeful. Her eyes past Jarrod, then settled

have some unfortunate news for everyone," she announced, her tone

hand; Jason immediately

side, arms

the files on the table and slid them

behind Neural

Silence crashed down.

the very air in the room

in stunned disbelief, her mind reeling, until she

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

looked at her. "You can check the documents

was still seated with his usual air of