How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 409

And now…

Nexus Analytics had been handed to Elodie.

But Elodie had just cut that final thread of hope.

Her eyes were cool as she tapped the termination contract with her fingertip, ignoring Sylvie’s accusations. “I’m giving you two options, Ms. Fielding. One, you sign this termination agreement right now. Two, after VistaLink Technologies drops the criminal charges, they’ll move forward with a civil lawsuit against Neural Intelligence for infringement. In that case, it won’t just be a forced termination you’ll be dealing with. What do you think?”

Sylvie’s fingers dug into her palm.

She glared at Elodie’s calm face, her own eyes icy cold.

At this point, there was no room for pride—only a flush of humiliation.

Neural Intelligence couldn’t afford another lawsuit.

Elodie was using her personal disappointment as an excuse to settle old scores, mixing business with her own jealousy.

Sylvie refused to argue further. Her face set, she strode forward, opened the contract, and signed her name.

She understood there was no turning back now. Pushing harder would only give Elodie more opportunities to make things difficult for her.

Elodie, unconcerned, simply watched as Sylvie signed.

Then she stood and walked out.

The rest could be handled by Jason.

Truth be told, Elodie had never wanted to waste time on lawsuits. They dragged on, draining both sides. Having Sylvie as the party in breach and ending the contract was far more straightforward.

She had no intention of wasting another minute or ounce of energy on someone like that.

Any hope of future collaboration was out of the question.

Elodie headed downstairs, planning to stop by the Nexus Analytics plant one last time to check on things.

Sylvie followed close behind.

But just as she reached the door, Sylvie shot Elodie a sharp, lingering look. “Ms. Thorne, you really are full of surprises. I hope you can handle everything you’ve set in motion.”

Elodie looked back at her, expression cool. “You should be thanking the man you fished out of the gutter for pulling you back from the brink—not wasting your breath on sarcasm with me.”

Sylvie’s face darkened.

Elodie didn’t bother with her and turned to leave.