How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 389

As for how her earliest code and parts of her technical proposal were leaked…

That needed to be investigated too.

The whole incident between VistaLink Technologies and Neural Intelligence had caused quite a stir. Elodie’s name, in particular, was now known throughout the industry.

When Naylor heard what had happened, he was so shocked he could barely collect himself. He’d just returned from a business trip, only to find himself in the midst of this mess—and, on top of everything, Elodie was now chief engineer of VistaLink Technologies’ flight control system.

So when he met up with Elias for drinks, he still couldn’t wrap his head around it. “Man, how could VistaLink Technologies be so heartless? Something goes wrong, and their solution is to shove a woman out front? What kind of move is that?”

Elias had heard bits and pieces himself. He shot Naylor a sidelong glance. “Didn’t you say you weren’t a fan of Ms. Thorne?”

Naylor smirked. “I’m not. But I like the company’s attitude even less. It’s shameless—when things were going well, Elodie had nothing to do with it, but the second there’s trouble, suddenly she’s the face of it all? I didn’t realize Alexander was such a coward.”

Elias set down his glass, something coming to mind—the tangled relationship between Elodie, Jarrod, and the rest.

“Naylor, you should steer clear of Ms. Fielding from now on.” He left it at that.

Some gossip was better left unsaid, especially when it hadn’t gone public yet. Still, he felt Naylor deserved a heads-up.

“TerraCore Technologies and Neural Intelligence are working together,” Naylor said, confused by the sudden advice. His cousin hardly ever commented on his business—let alone interfered in his social circles.

“Mr. Whitaker.” Someone called out from behind.

Both men turned.

Sylvie had come specifically to find Naylor today. She paused briefly when she saw Elias, then nodded in greeting.

Elias gave her a curt nod in return, his expression unreadable.

“President Fielding, how’s everything going these past couple of days?” Naylor asked. He was genuinely interested—after all, the patent was purchased from VistaLink Technologies at a steep price.

Sylvie looked composed. “My company’s engineer has decided to press charges. I’m helping him navigate the process.”