How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 388

Jarrod’s eyes drifted from his computer screen to Maurice.

Sylvie frowned, confusion creasing her brow. “Maurice, what are you talking about?”

She clearly thought she’d misheard him.

Maurice glanced at his phone, wondering if fatigue was making him see things. He held it out for Jarrod and Sylvie to read. “VistaLink Technologies just released a new statement. There’s not a single word about the allegations of flight control system plagiarism—just that Elodie was the sole developer, not part of the VistaLink Technologies team.”

Sylvie lowered her gaze to the phone and scanned the statement.

Her expression darkened, tinged with disbelief.

It was almost laughable.

“Just now, you gave Mr. Sterling some advice and he brushed it off, but the second he turns around, he throws Elodie under the bus? This is so blatant—they’ve found themselves a scapegoat.” Maurice shook his head, incredulous.

At a time like this, anyone put in the spotlight was clearly being set up to take the fall.

Sylvie forced herself to think fast, knitting her brows as she tried to decipher Alexander’s intentions. By all accounts, he and Elodie were close—close enough that he’d given her every resource she ever needed to climb the ladder. Why would he do this now?

Maurice had already drawn his own conclusion. “VistaLink Technologies and Alexander—they’ve both abandoned Elodie.”

She was expendable.

At a moment like this, pushing her forward was a move to draw all of Neural Intelligence’s fire directly onto Elodie.

Sylvie couldn’t argue with that.

For now, it seemed clear: Alexander had sacrificed Elodie to protect the bigger interests of VistaLink Technologies.

So that’s how it was. When it came to matters of real consequence, Alexander could be ruthless.

To him, Elodie had just been a fleeting novelty.

Jarrod only skimmed the statement before turning back to his computer, speaking in an even, unhurried tone. “The statement from VistaLink Technologies doesn’t mention the plagiarism allegations at all. It simply names Elodie as the developer. Maybe it doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

Maurice shrugged. “It’s like asking whether you believe Alexander just threw Elodie away, or you believe Elodie single-handedly developed this flight control system. Isn’t the answer obvious?”

Sylvie didn’t bother to contradict him.

She knew this industry too well. The kind of technical feat in question couldn’t be pulled off by one person, no matter how talented. Elodie might be clever, but not that clever.