How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 353

Word of the news reached Klein Whitaker as well.

He was genuinely taken aback that VistaLink Technologies would drop such a bombshell out of nowhere.

But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made—especially with someone like Elodie, a state-classified genius, working behind the scenes. Everything suddenly fit.

Klein called Naylor Whitaker. “You’ve heard about VistaLink Technologies, right? If you want to secure the international supply chain this year, you need to act fast. Get over there and have a real conversation with Ms. Thorne at VistaLink Technologies.”

Of course, Naylor was already aware of the game-changing patent announcement from VistaLink Technologies.

“Why talk to Elodie?” Naylor was puzzled. Alexander was the CEO and the obvious decision-maker—why was his father pushing him toward Elodie?

Given Elodie’s confidential background hadn’t been declassified yet, Klein knew better than to break protocol. Not even for his own son. All he could do was nudge him in the right direction.

“Trust me. Build a good relationship with Ms. Thorne. It can only help you.”

Naylor managed to pull himself together, but his voice was tight. “Dad, I’ll do my best.”

“Your best isn’t good enough. If you can’t lock this down, you might as well find a new line of work. We’re already behind on technology, and if you want to develop this new guidance system VistaLink just rolled out? With what we’ve got here, you’re looking at five years—minimum—of hard work and frustration. By the time you catch up, VistaLink will be operating on a whole different level. You don’t have a choice.”

Naylor’s expression darkened. Ever since he heard the news, he’d been nursing a headache. “…But I’ve had conflicts with VistaLink Technologies. They already shut down my last proposal.”

That was the real problem.

He understood perfectly well: miss this window, and he’d be out of the race for good.

VistaLink Technologies had been moving at breakneck speed these last few months—it was almost unfair!

Klein sounded genuinely surprised. “Conflicts?”

It was news to him.

Naylor didn’t have the nerve to admit the truth—that it had been an argument with a woman. If his father knew, he’d probably lay down the law, old school.

“…It’s nothing. I’ll try,” Naylor muttered, ending the call. He leaned on his desk, his face clouded with anxiety.

The industry was in upheaval. This time, he had no room to maneuver.

Whatever it took, he had to land this partnership.