How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 386

At the moment, Elodie had no idea what was happening on the Neural Intelligence side.

Still, with technical experts from different countries brought in to support Sylvie, it was only a matter of time before Neural Intelligence made headlines with their own achievements.

Elodie didn’t see any issue with that.

Alexander let out a dry laugh. “Jarrod really paved a smooth road for Sylvie, didn’t he? VistaLink Technologies runs into a crisis, and suddenly Neural Intelligence is in the spotlight.”

Elodie stayed quiet.

Frankly, she didn’t care what happened to him anymore.

Right now, their priority was to track down solid evidence.

And pacifying VistaLink Technologies’ partners was no small feat either.

By the time Elodie finished a meeting with one of the partner companies, she was already nursing a headache. It wasn’t frustration over the incident itself but the way these sudden emergencies had drained her energy, forcing her to push past her limits just to keep up.

Now, she just felt wrung out and weak.

Alexander noticed she was looking pale.

“It’s lunchtime. Let’s get you something to eat,” he suggested gently.

Elodie didn’t put up a fight.

They picked a restaurant nearby, tucked inside the Global Trade Plaza.

This was a members-only place—Alexander happened to be a platinum member, so they went straight upstairs. As they passed a partitioned alcove, someone called out to Elodie.

“Elodie! Well, isn’t this a surprise? Join us for lunch?”

She turned her head and saw Malcom, Reba Harcourt, Jarrod, and Sylvie gathered around a table.

Jarrod glanced over, his gaze lingering on Elodie’s face for a split second.

He said nothing. He didn’t ask about the recent patent disputes between VistaLink Technologies and Neural Intelligence.

Sylvie sat poised, turning to Alexander with a polite smile. “Mr. Sterling, would you care to join us?”

Alexander thought the audacity was impressive. To a bystander, you’d never guess there was any animosity between the two parties.

Malcom chuckled and chimed in, “We’re all friends here. Besides, it’s been ages since I last saw you. I was here talking business with Ms. Fielding—since we’ve wrapped things up, why not join us and have a friendly chat?”

Elodie’s gaze was cool, her words even colder. “What’s there to chat about? If you can stomach lunch with the man who meddled in your own daughter’s marriage, I’m not that shameless.”