Novel1Chapter 518 The Neural Intelligence project was progressing better than anyone had hoped. Despite the recent scandal, the guest list for tonight's reception remained impressive.
A scandal was one thing, but everyone could see the value of the project. Who would let future prospects-or money-slip away over a little bad press? Unless, of course, Waldron was involved.
Without him, the decision might have been up for debate.
But this was a different situation altogether.
When Maurice dropped by Neural Intelligence, he couldn't help remarking, "The scale that Jarrod arranged for you is truly top-notch. With the two of you overseeing things, you won't have to worry about much. He'll make sure every detail is handled perfectly." Sylvie easily caught Maurice's implication: she and Jarrod made an effective team.
And it was true-Jarrod had thought of everything for her.
"Jarrod put together the management team himself. Even if he's not around all the time, I don't have anything to worry about," Sylvie said.
Maurice glanced at her, his eyes flickering with something unreadable before he simply smiled. "I heard you sorted out the contract breach issue? How did you manage that did you mention it to Jarrod?" Sylvie's expression didn't change. "No. If it's something I can handle, I won't trouble him with it. Everything's fine now." She left it at that.
But Maurice had heard swhispers.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNews from the art institute had a way of filtering through the grapevine.
Still, fifty million wasn't much, he thought. For Sylvie, it was hardly a problem.
As Jarrod cdown the stairs, he spotted Grady arriving at the entrance as well.
The place was filling up.
All the necessary permits and security for the reception were in place.
Grady had cby invitation.
He'd assumed that after what happened the last time-the awkward confession- Sylvie might start keeping her distance. But everything felt normal, and the relief was obvious on his face.
Soon, Elodie and Alexander pulled up outside.
Once Sylvie signed the paperwork later, the day's business would basically be done.
When they stepped inside, they saw several groups mingling across the room.
Jarrod was surrounded by a few people, deep in conversation.
Sylvie was the first to spot Elodie.
She'd sent the invitation partly as an excuse to see Elodie again. After the fiasco at the gallery, she'd tried reaching out through her lawyer, but Elodie had shut her out completely-not even a sliver yet? chance.
Now that Elodie had shown up in person...
Sylvie didn't dwell on it. She strode over to greet them.
"Mr. Sterling." She nodded at Alexander, her composure restored since their last tense encounter at the gallery. Alexander raised his eyebrows, his respect for Sylvie deepening. The poise of someone destined to do great things he could see it in her.
After a pause, Sylvie turned to Elodie and addressed her quietly, “Ms. Thorne." Elodie glanced up, taking in Sylvie's sharp confidence-her heels clicking, her posture unyielding. There was always a certain aloofness in her gaze, even when she wasn't trying.
"Since you've honored us with your presence, Ms. Thorne," Sylvie said, light and almost offhanded, "perhaps we could take this opportunity to talk." Tonight's reception was a grand affair-partly to draw attention to the Neural intelligence initiative, partly to drown out the memory of the failed gallery show. So far, it was working splendidly.
Elodie knew exactly why Sylvie wanted to talk: she wanted to resolve the lawsuit.
It was clear she was here to ask for something.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Sylvie's tone...
Sylvie didn't try to hide it. She looked Elodie straight in the eye. "We need to settle this. Nyour terms. Whatever you want."
Elodie regarded her coolly, a faint, mocking smile on her lips. "Ms. m Fielding, what could you possibly have that I'd want? There's nothing you own that interests me." A flash of ice flickered in Sylvie's eyes, her expression darkening.
At that moment, Elodie caught sight of Jarrod approaching behind Sylvie.
He watched Elodie steadily, his gaze giving nothing away, but he'd heard every word.
Elodie didn't shy away.
After all, everything about Sylvie-including Jarrod was on the table.
Grady and Maurice, standing a few steps away, heard Elodie's reply just as clearly.
Grady instinctively started to say something, but Maurice caught his arm and grinned, whispering, "Mr. Mercer, Elodie is Mrs. Silverstein now. Let's not get involved." Grady frowned, not quite following Maurice's logic.
But he still muttered, "Didn't you see how Elodie just brushed off Ms. Fielding? This is her turf, and Elodie's way out of line." Chapter 518 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.
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