How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 391

If this wasn’t handled properly, Elodie knew she could never bear the consequences.

This time, she was forced to look up at him, her eyes cold and sharp. “Are you saying VistaLink Technologies did this? Or are you blaming me?”

Ivan frowned dismissively and stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grip her shoulder with unmistakable force. “Does it matter? I don’t care what actually happened. I want you to cut all ties with VistaLink Technologies—now. If you do, you can have any position you want at TerraGreen Solutions. Name it.”

Elodie pulled back instantly, her body language making it clear she rejected his so-called generosity.

After all these years as siblings, Ivan still didn’t really understand her.

She couldn’t be bothered to argue. Sliding past him, she walked away without another word.

Ivan couldn’t fathom what exactly Elodie was being so stubborn about. His handsome features darkened as he watched her go.

Elodie’s stubbornness hadn’t changed since she was a child. Once she set her mind on something, she’d see it through no matter the cost, even if it meant running headlong into disaster without ever admitting the pain. He wanted her to face the hard truth, but sometimes, things weren’t so simple.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he finally pulled out his phone and found Jarrod’s number.

For a moment, Ivan just stared at the contact. Then he dialed.

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Across town, Sylvie received word that the documents had already been delivered to Elodie.

She found the whole situation faintly ridiculous. VistaLink Technologies was a giant in the industry—yet they’d gone ahead and made Elodie their scapegoat. Sylvie had no intention of creating trouble for Elodie, but it was hard to turn her away when the opportunity landed right on her doorstep.

Terrence, on the other hand, insisted on a satisfactory resolution.

Since VistaLink Technologies had tossed Elodie to the wolves, the conflict was no longer between Neural Intelligence and VistaLink Technologies—it was personal, between them and Elodie. That suited Sylvie just fine; she had never wanted to cross Alexander in the first place.