How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 274

A dull ache pulsed at Elodie’s temples.

She hadn’t expected Jarrod to make such a drastic move so quickly, swooping in to poach VistaLink Technologies’ top engineers the moment the opportunity arose.

Sure, most of their tech staff had signed non-compete agreements, but if Jarrod really wanted to lure someone away, the threat of a penalty was hardly a deterrent.

“Was this Jarrod’s plan all along?!” Esmeralda fumed, her tone sharp. “He seemed so decent just now—offering you shares and all. Turns out, it’s all smoke and mirrors! Classic good cop, bad cop.”

VistaLink Technologies had just pulled off a major win with their last project.

Elodie’s name was front and center on the credits, so it was only natural for Jarrod to assume she’d be spearheading future launches as well.

And with Neural Intelligence clearly positioned as VistaLink’s direct competitor, the battle lines were already being drawn. Jarrod wasn’t wasting any time—he was already making moves behind the scenes.

Was he really trying to dismantle VistaLink from the inside out?

Sabotage their momentum, and snatch away Elodie’s shot at reclaiming her reputation through the company’s success?

Was this his idea of post-divorce revenge?

Elodie’s chest tightened.

VistaLink wasn’t just her story—everyone here had poured their hearts into it. It wasn’t supposed to be a battlefield for her personal grievances.

But Jarrod’s calculated attention to Sylvie, and his secret attempts to lure away VistaLink’s people for Neural Intelligence, were only stoking Selma and her daughter’s ambitions.

Even though Elodie knew Jarrod couldn’t care less about the feud between the Thornes and Selma’s family, it still stung. He was willing to elevate them so publicly—even if it meant going head-to-head with her.

It felt like a slap in the face.

Shoving down her frustration, Elodie forced herself to focus. She turned to Alexander. “Who sent you that photo?”

If they hadn’t caught wind of this, they might have missed it altogether.

“One of my old classmates,” Alexander replied. “He was assigned to handle something over there and happened to stumble onto it.”