How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 292

Alexander found the whole thing rather curious.

He’d never met Watts before; their first encounter had been at the engagement party. Yet, Watts seemed remarkably interested in VistaLink Technologies.

“Maybe I’m just… exceptionally charming?” Alexander quipped, indulging in a rare moment of self-flattery.

Elodie ignored his little joke, cutting straight to the point. “Go on, then. It’s always good to share ideas with other tech people.”

With that, Alexander lowered his head and replied to Watts.

Afterward, he shifted his attention to Jarrod, discussing the finer details of their joint bid.

Alexander had expected Jarrod to be rather overbearing, the kind of man who wouldn’t easily give up control. To his surprise, Jarrod was approachable throughout the conversation, agreeing to every one of VistaLink’s requests without so much as a raised eyebrow.

Elodie understood why.

Jarrod didn’t care about how much of the military project’s profits Neural Intelligence could claim this time. His real goal was to use this opportunity to launch Neural Intelligence into the broader market, to lay a solid foundation for its future.

He was thinking long-term for Sylvie.

Of course, after this project, whether Sylvie could lead Neural Intelligence to steady success with the path Jarrod had paved—that was another matter altogether.

Elodie was just as decisive. She and Alexander went over the contract, adding clauses for breach of agreement and other related liabilities.

They wanted to make sure everything was airtight: every responsibility clearly defined, leaving no wiggle room for anyone to shirk their duties.

Once the bid proposal was ready, it was time for the military’s bidding conference.

The event was to be held at the Eldermere Civic Procurement Center.

The weather was finally warming up.

That day, Elodie wore a violet business suit—fitted at the waist with a slight peplum, paired with a tailored skirt. Understated but elegant, it struck the perfect balance between formality and style.

Representatives from all over the country had poured in.

It was, in every sense, a gathering of industry heavyweights.

Stepping into the main hall, Elodie quickly spotted the day’s most important figure.

Eaton was making his way in, surrounded by a crowd.

The location and attendee list for the conference were strictly confidential, save for essential personnel—no wonder there were security guards stationed at every entrance.

Eaton caught sight of Elodie.

Elodie gave Alexander a subtle nudge, and together, they went over to greet him.

“Elodie, we meet again,” Eaton greeted her warmly. The sharp edge he usually showed in public was softened here; it was clear he held her in high regard.

Elodie smiled. “Mr. Aldridge, this is Alexander. I believe you’ve met.”

Alexander straightened, dropping his usual laid-back demeanor. “It’s been a while, Mr. Aldridge.”

He rarely crossed paths with someone of Eaton’s stature; only his father had regular dealings with such people. The last time Alexander had seen Eaton was during an event at the research institute years ago.

Eaton clapped Alexander on the shoulder. “Next time you’re free, let’s grab a drink. VistaLink Technologies is teeming with talent these days. With you and Elodie at the helm, I can only imagine what the future holds.”

“Thank you for your kind words,” Alexander replied respectfully.

Elodie smiled as well.

Just then, a commotion rippled through the hall.