How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 186

So much so.

Now that Elodie could effortlessly dine with the professor thanks to Alexander, she couldn't help feeling a little contemptuous.

"I just saw Elodie giving the professor a gift," Sylvie remarked casually as she took her seat.

"A gift?" Maurice chuckled. "What good will that do her? That's like handing a Harvard acceptance letter to someone who can barely read. Even if she's given the chance, what's the point? It's wasted on her."

A housewife, after all.

Just a college graduate, and her only way to meet the professor was through Alexander, who was clearly blinded by infatuation.

Even if Alexander wanted to make Elodie look good, didn't she need some real ability of her own?

Sylvie glanced at Maurice, amused. "You don't mince words, do you?"

Maurice shrugged. "The truth stings."

He turned to Jarrod. "So, Jarrod, what do you think Alexander's up to? Bringing Elodie to meet his father—could it be they've been together much longer than we thought?"

"No," Jarrod replied unhurriedly, dismissing Maurice's guess.

Sylvie watched him, searching for any flicker of emotion.

Luckily, there was none.

He was completely indifferent.

But come to think of it, with a family like Alexander's—everyone a heavyweight in national research—how could they ever approve of someone with Elodie's background and education?

Jarrod's expression remained cool as he sipped his coffee. "VistaLink Technologies is about to launch a new project. Has anyone considered that's why Alexander's father is getting involved?"

Joseph finally chimed in. "VistaLink's past projects never had this much fanfare. Either this one has the professor's direct guidance, or it's been flagged as a government priority."

Sylvie's face grew serious. "So you're saying the professor might be secretly driving this project?"

Joseph just said, "Hard to say."

He sounded uncertain, but inside, he was anything but calm.

If Professor Charlie really was backing this, it would be the hottest opportunity in the industry—a window you didn't want to miss.

Joseph glanced over at Jarrod, who hadn't lost his composure for even a second.

Then, almost abruptly, he asked, "Have you set a date for finalizing the divorce papers?"

The question hung in the air.