How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 405

The meeting time was set.

It wasn’t until Tuesday that Elodie managed to carve out a window in her schedule to head over to The Silverstein Group.

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That afternoon.

Maurice Nilsson happened to be free, so he came along with Sylvie to The Silverstein Group’s office.

The past few days had left Sylvie completely frazzled. She was up until the early hours, still negotiating contract terminations with partners.

When Neural Intelligence first launched their new system, VistaLink Technologies was mired in a plagiarism scandal. That bit of luck had sent a string of business opportunities straight to Neural Intelligence’s door.

But now, with Terrence’s team’s latest system accused of infringing on VistaLink’s patents, the tables had turned. Neural Intelligence had been ordered to cease and desist, and naturally, those promising partnerships were falling apart. Not only did contracts need to be dissolved, but Neural Intelligence was also expected to shoulder their partners’ losses.

All Sylvie could do was try to keep the remaining partners calm. If another crisis erupted, the company’s finances could freeze up overnight.

“I called Jarrod earlier—he’s tied up this afternoon. Mind waiting a bit?” Maurice, well aware of the mountain Sylvie was facing, glanced over with concern.

“It’s fine, I actually wanted to ask him about some contract issues anyway.” Sylvie rubbed her forehead, exhaustion etched deeply into her features.

Maurice considered this. “Why not just let Jarrod handle the whole mess for you? It’d save you a lot of trouble.”

Sylvie, brilliant though she was in technology, was still finding her feet in corporate management—especially now, with the company in such turmoil. It was a lot for anyone to handle.

She shook her head, frowning. “This happened on my watch. I should be the one to fix it. Live and learn, right? Besides, I don’t want to rely on him for everything.”

Most of Neural Intelligence’s funds had already been funneled out over the past few days. If things got worse, she’d have to ask her mother to help cover the gaps.

“What’s Elodie saying about all this?” Maurice still couldn’t get over the scale of the fallout.

Who could have predicted such a dramatic reversal? In hindsight, it was obvious: when Alexander put Elodie on the front lines, she was both a scapegoat and a decoy—meant to draw fire while others hunted for evidence. It was… cold-blooded.

“She doesn’t want to talk to me,” Sylvie replied, lips pressed into a thin line, a trace of amusement in her eyes.

A few days ago, Jarrod had asked her to issue a public apology. He’d promised to handle some of the aftermath, though he hadn’t given her any specifics. She hadn’t wanted to do it, but there was no choice—refusing to admit fault now would only backfire, making her and the company pariahs in the industry.

This lesson, she had learned the hard way.

As for Elodie—she was only making things difficult in places like this because she knew she couldn’t compete with Sylvie on a technical playing field. It was weakness, plain and simple.