After putting her daughter to bed, Eleanor went to her study for a while. She looked up Aaron''spany and discovered that he had indeed invested in several


    research institutions abroad. It was clear he was passionate about the field, which further convinced her that he was a genuinely forward-thinking investor dedicated to advancing technology.


    This made Eleanor all the more excited about the establishment of their dedicated foundation.


    After finishing her research, Eleanor sat lost in thought for a moment. She knew that as long as her work had value, she could win the market''s support. The feeling of standing firm on her own two feet was truly empowering.


    As forn, Eleanor nned to maintain their current, clear boundaries: he was her daughter''s father and a supporter of her research project.


    And in the future... Eleanor shook her head, finding she didn''t want to think about it.


    She turned off the light in the study and returned to the bedroom. Her daughter was sound asleep, her cheeks rosy. Leaning in, she could still catch that sweet, lingering baby scent on her skin.


    A wave of overwhelming love washed over Eleanor as she pressed her nose against her daughter''s soft cheek, breathing her in. It was probably something all mothers loved to do. Since Evelyn was born, Eleanor had felt the urge to kiss her hundreds of times a day. Just looking at her made her want to shower her with affection, a love that surpassed all else.


    ***


    Over the next few days, Eleanor and Callie began organizing the data for the military handover. Ryan, meanwhile, started a new research initiative based on Eleanor''s work, focusing on nerve cell activation, which would soon be applied in clinical trials.


    Eleanor knew that Principal Maxwell was hoping to find a treatment for Sophia''s leg. Eleanor was confident she would recover; the technology was already mature and would be viable in time.


    Eleanor had a very positive impression of Sophia. She admired girls like her, so full of life. Sophia was someone who dared to pilot a fighter jet through the skies, and for that, Eleanor deeply respected her.


    She hoped Sophia could ovee her difficulties, return to her career, and have a brighter future.


    Last night, she had received a message from Garrison Bradley. He would be leading


    a team over this morning for the handover meeting.


    Dr. Lyman, who had been out of the


    picture for a while, also made an


    appearance: He


    led Garrison and a


    team of military personnel to theb.


    Dressed in uniform, they stood


    ramfod straight, their imposing


    presence hard to miss.


    Eleanor and her team greeted Garrison''s team with handshakes before they all headed into the conference room.


    Having worked with Garrison before,


    their renewed coboration was more efficient and in-depth, and far less formal Both teams openly share their perspectives, creating an atmosphere that was serious yet rxed.


    Supported by data, Eleanor gave a clear, methodical presentation on the key aspects of the experiment and the theory behind the core technology. Garrison''s team nodded frequently, clearly confident about taking over the project.


    The meeting, which started at nine, didn''t conclude until eleven. Dr. Lyman smiled and said, "Everyone''s worked hard. We''ve arranged for lunch, so we can continue our discussion over the meal."


    Eleanor nodded, wondering if the university had made special arrangements.


    Three executive vans arrived, and the group was driven to a restaurant.


    When the host led them to a spacious private room, Eleanor''s expression froze in astonishment.


    Two men were already inside. One was Byron Chase. The other wasn, who was on the phone. He nced back at the guests in the doorway, ended his call, and turned around. His intense gaze immediately found Eleanor.


    Eleanor furrowed her brow. What was he doing here? Wasn''t he supposed to be on a business trip abroad?


    Garrison, who was clearly in on it, smiled and walked forward. "Mr. Goodwin, you made it. Did youe straight from the airport?"


    Ian shook Garrison''s hand. "A project handover of this magnitude is a major event. Naturally, I had to be here. Thank you all for your hard work."


    As the primary stakeholder in the Neural Interface Project, it was perfectly reasonable forn to be present to host the military research team.