How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 254

Only then did Jarrod glance down with casual indifference and say, “Fine.”

Elodie hadn’t even noticed when Jarrod and Sylvie slipped away.

Up ahead, the formalities had begun—guests stepped forward one after another, offering gifts and birthday cards.

More guests continued to arrive, drifting in by small groups.

Alexander pointed toward different corners of the room. “These are the key people we should be connecting with tonight.”

Elodie understood that the Warwick family’s birthday celebration had drawn out many of the heavyweights from their circle. In high society, networking was everything; these events often laid the foundation for future collaborations. Flexibility was the name of the game in business.

She’d already familiarized herself with brief profiles of some of the attendees.

Following Alexander’s lead, she moved through the crowd, glass in hand.

Alexander scanned the room, then lowered his voice. “Omnitech was one of the first domestic companies to do this kind of research—they’re solid. It’d be good for us to meet Mr. Black; could help our future prospects.”

Elodie nodded in understanding.

She set about spotting Mr. Black in the crowd.

Eventually, in a quiet corner, she caught sight of him—and was surprised to see Jarrod and Sylvie already in conversation with him.

So Jarrod had beaten them to the punch.

Alexander joined her, immediately taking in the scene and frowning. “Looks like Jarrod’s introducing Sylvie and launching their Neural Intelligence project ahead of schedule.”

The company wasn’t even fully set up, and they were already paving the way!

With Jarrod’s connections, Sylvie’s Neural Intelligence project had a rock-solid foundation from day one.

When VistaLink Technologies had been starting out, they’d built their reputation the hard way, relying entirely on technical excellence.

But now, with someone like Jarrod backing Neural Intelligence, the project was practically guaranteed a grand debut.

Jarrod really did have every angle covered for Sylvie.

“No worries,” Elodie decided briskly, “let’s go meet some of the others first. Neural Intelligence is Jarrod’s investment too, after all. It’s only natural he’d want to introduce Sylvie to the big players.”

Alexander checked his watch. “Let’s split up, then. We don’t want to miss any good opportunities.”

Elodie had no objections.

She set her sights on Mr. Dale, who ran one of the leading optics companies.

Approaching him, she offered her hand. “Mr. Dale, hello—I’m Elodie Thorne, an engineer with VistaLink Technologies.”

Mr. Dale, clearly in a hurry, paused when he heard her name. “Elodie?”

He’d heard about the hot new project at VistaLink Technologies and recalled seeing her name attached, though he’d never met her before—probably just one of their rising but lesser-known talents.