Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 483

Then came a flood of messages from Jack.

[Miss Vivienne, what do we do now?]

[How can we salvage your image? Is there any other narrative we can spin?]

[This is urgent, Vivienne, call me back!]

Her assistant handed the phone to Vivienne, but seeing the messages only made her angrier.

What could she do?

The evidence was ironclad. She had no idea what to do now.

***

#Vivienne’sImageShattered

The hashtag exploded to the top of the trending charts and stayed there.

#Refund

Was the second-hottest topic.

Nothing could suppress the outrage.

Most of the people who had pre-purchased tickets for “Vivi’s Whispers” were her fans and naturally followed news about her.

So, by now, almost all of them knew what had happened.

And they were the most furious.

They had wholeheartedly supported Vivienne, only to discover that the song she so proudly claimed to have written, “Faint Whispers”—no, “Glimmer”—wasn’t written by her at all!

It was a work she had coerced Emilia into selling!

They had been played for fools.

All the tears they had shed for “Faint Whispers” now turned into rage.

She had treated them like idiots!

Now, thousands of people were demanding refunds while also gathering outside various movie theaters. If they saw anyone planning to watch “Vivi’s Whispers,” they immediately told them what had happened.

Word spread like wildfire, and soon, almost everyone knew.

Even for those who didn't, there were people outside the theaters making sure they were informed.

The betrayed fans were livid!

They flooded Vivienne’s social media accounts, demanding an explanation.

He appeared as calm as he had been for the past few days, but his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel betrayed his inner turmoil.

His mind replayed the scene of him and Vivienne forcing Emilia to sell the song.

She clearly didn’t want to.

It was he who had forced the sale.

Now, knowing what Vivienne had done to her, knowing about her illness, and thinking back to that day…

And that song…

Tyler slammed on the brakes.

Every reason Vivienne had given that day now felt like a sharp blade twisting in his gut.

The lyrics about falling in love, the taste of despair…

His eyes grew red.

Tyler’s hands, gripping the steering wheel, trembled with the force of his emotion.

He had caused all of this.

It was all his fault.