Rylie didn't interrupt, swirling his drink slowly.
"But Lyle..." Ephyra smiled thinly. "He poured just enough capital back into it to stop it from collapsing entirely. Stripped it of unnecessary projects, cleaned up the financials, and secured a few key patents. He brought it back to life—just enough to make it stable, presentable… transferable."
She shrugged. "It's still fragile. A single misstep and it collapses for good. But in the right hands—someone ambitious enough, someone with the resources—it could become more than what it ever was. Lyle left it in my care, said it was mine to deal with. But I don't need it, Mr. Carver. I have my own software company to manage, and frankly, I don't have the time to babysit a sinking pharmaceutical lab. Besides, I know nothing about it."
