How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 392

Sylvie stood frozen for a few seconds before snapping out of it. She pressed her brows together and nodded. “Alright.”

She ended the call.

Her face was pale.

This had come out of nowhere.

VistaLink Technologies and Elodie had gone straight to the authorities? Why?

“What happened?” Selma noticed Sylvie’s expression and couldn’t help but ask.

Sylvie pressed her lips together and stood up. “The police just called. They say I’m involved in a case about the leak of VistaLink Technologies’ proprietary technology. I need to go in for questioning.”

Selma’s face changed instantly. “Is this about Terrence? How did it suddenly become a leak of their trade secrets?! Wasn’t Neural Intelligence supposed to sue Elodie?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t.” Sylvie ran a hand through her hair, trying to steady herself. “Something’s off. I have a feeling this could turn in unexpected ways.”

Ever since Neural Intelligence started negotiating with VistaLink Technologies about the alleged plagiarism, VistaLink had never made any public statements. They just let things escalate, and even industry insiders had begun to think VistaLink was guilty—trying to let the scandal blow over by keeping their heads down.

Suddenly, something clicked in Sylvie’s mind.

She grabbed her phone and checked VistaLink Technologies’ official site. Sure enough—

VistaLink had posted a police report receipt along with a tough, no-compromise statement. The announcement directly accused Neural Intelligence of likely acquiring their code and some technical solutions through illegal means—whether by methods, channels, or personnel.

All color drained from Sylvie’s face.

So VistaLink Technologies had been preparing behind the scenes all along!

“Will this police report affect you? Wasn’t it VistaLink that plagiarized? How did this become a leak of their own secrets?” Selma was starting to lose her calm as well, her voice icy. “I swear, Elodie’s just trying to drag your name through the mud on purpose!”

Sylvie’s mind was a tangled mess. She frowned hard. “I have to deal with this.”