How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 211

Naylor immediately reached out to shake his hand. “VistaLink Technologies has just launched a major new project. Mr. Sterling, you must be in high demand these days—everyone’s attention is on you wherever you go.”

Jarrod offered Alexander a polite nod. “Mr. Sterling.”

Alexander, ever the diplomat, returned the gesture with a cordial smile. “I’m managing. Now that we’ve partnered up with Mr. Silverstein’s Nexus Analytics, and with the caliber and professionalism of Nexus’s team, I have complete confidence in the project—they hardly need me worrying over them.”

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Sylvie instinctively furrowed her brow.

Jarrod remained unfazed. “Naturally. You can rest assured, Mr. Sterling.”

Naylor glanced between the two men, then leaned in to speak quietly with Alexander. “I understand the new VistaLink project needs cutting-edge materials and collaboration across multiple sectors. Mr. Sterling, have you considered TerraCore Technologies?”

This was something both his mother and father had urged him about—best to seize the opportunity while it lasted.

Even if he didn’t always approve of how VistaLink Technologies operated, or the way some executives let an assistant call the shots, the potential of this project was undeniable.

Alexander made all the right noises. “Absolutely. TerraCore Technologies is right at the top of the field. But this is a major decision—I’ll need to discuss it with the other shareholders before I can get back to you, Mr. Whitaker.”

Naylor’s brows knitted slightly.

Alexander, lacking decision-making power? That was the oldest excuse in the book.

“Everyone’s here, I see.” A middle-aged man with a commanding presence strode over and stopped beside Naylor. “Mr. Silverstein, Mr. Sterling—it’s been a while.”

Jarrod’s expression softened into a faint smile. “Mr. Whitaker. It has been a while.”

Alexander, upon seeing Klein Whitaker, straightened up a little. This was a major figure in the defense sector—and Naylor’s father, no less.

“And who might this young lady be?” Klein’s gaze landed on Sylvie.

Sylvie met his eyes, composed and poised. “Hello, Mr. Whitaker. I’m Sylvie Fielding. I studied aerospace engineering and just returned from Verdania.”

Naylor chimed in, “Ms. Fielding is top of her field—she did her combined master’s and PhD at Pinecrest Institute of Technology. There aren’t many women in this industry with her credentials.”

Sylvie smiled politely, still projecting humility.