How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 512

Sylvie was always someone who acted the moment an idea struck her—there was never any time to waste.

Her plan was to mortgage her house to the bank first.

At the very least, once the paperwork cleared, she could get her hands on something like six million dollars.

The only thing that worried her was how long the bank’s process would actually take.

She wanted to see if she could negotiate a brief extension with Faust’s side.

When she’d first decided to return home to restart her career, Selma had followed suit, but it had taken a while to find a place to settle down. Back then, Jarrod had helped her get the house. Now, that very house had become her lifeline.

At least it was enough to help her weather the storm.

Once Neural Intelligence paid out the next round of dividends, buying the house back wouldn’t be a problem.

She had just gotten off the phone with the bank when her assistant appeared at her office door.

“President Fielding, you have a visitor…”

Sylvie looked up, noticing her assistant’s nervous, hesitant expression.

She frowned, puzzled. “No appointment? Tell them I’m not available.”

But before she could finish the sentence, a striking figure appeared at the doorway.

Sylvie’s hand tightened abruptly around her pen.

Lucinda entered, taking in the layout of Neural Intelligence with a discerning gaze.

Everything was state-of-the-art, perfectly put together.

With a starting point this high, it was hard to imagine the company going anywhere but up.

When Sylvie caught sight of Lucinda, her expression flickered. She sprang to her feet and walked over. “Mrs. Silverstein… What brings you here?”

She kept her composure—respectful but never servile.

Only then did Lucinda finally look her over, eyes cool and sweeping from head to toe. “Do I need your permission just to see you?”