How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 313

He hadn’t seen Naylor around today, which left him more than a little frustrated—he really expected better. He’d planned to have Naylor join them for dinner, too.

Alexander, on the other hand, didn’t object. “Of course. It would be an honor for VistaLink Technologies.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Watts and offered a polite gesture: “Would Mr. Aldridge care to join us as well?”

Watts easily picked up on the formality. Taking the invitation at face value would only make things awkward. He played along, giving a brief chuckle. “I appreciate it, but I have another engagement later. Let’s catch up another time.”

Just then, Elodie spotted Jarrod approaching with Sylvie in tow.

“Mr. Whitaker,” Jarrod greeted Klein with a formal nod.

Klein merely returned the gesture, his expression unreadable. “Mr. Silverstein, you’re here as well.”

The tangled relationships among the younger crowd were none of his business. As an outsider, he knew better than to get involved.

Jarrod’s gaze flicked to Alexander before settling on Elodie. “Ms. Thorne, Mr. Sterling—would you happen to be free for lunch? There are a few matters regarding Neural Intelligence that I’d like to discuss.”

The invitation came out of nowhere, and Elodie instinctively furrowed her brow.

VistaLink Technologies and Neural Intelligence hardly had the kind of relationship that called for friendly lunch meetings.

Alexander finally looked over at Klein, who hesitated. Truthfully, he’d been hoping to have lunch with Elodie himself—opportunities like this didn’t come often. But Jarrod had brought up business, and after a moment’s thought, Klein said, “If it’s urgent, why don’t we all go together? I was planning to have lunch with Elodie and the others anyway.”

A faint, knowing smile touched Jarrod’s lips. “If you don’t mind, that would be perfect.”

Klein waved for them to follow and led the way downstairs.

Elodie shot Jarrod a sharp look, her suspicions immediately taking shape. She was almost certain Jarrod wasn’t really interested in lunch with her or Alexander—his real target was Klein.