Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 571

“You’d better figure out what else Emilia has on you. We don’t know what she’ll release tomorrow at noon, so we need a contingency plan,” Jack said, his tone serious and cautious.

Vivienne was angry, but she didn’t believe Emilia had anything.

“She’s just bluffing,” she said.

“This just proves she has nothing on me.”

Jack was completely confused. “What?”

She already released the medical records. How is that nothing?

“A random user named user567 posted that,” Vivienne said dismissively. “If she really had something, she would have released it the moment the concert ended.”

She sneered. “She wants nothing more than to grind me into the dust. She has dirt on me and a perfectly good reason to use it, so why wouldn't she? The only explanation is that she doesn't have any.”

“Then the medical records…”

“She only claimed it was what she *wanted* to leak, not that she was the one who posted it first. Tagging that doctor was just a move to connect it to the attending physician listed on my records. She’s just using tricks to hide the fact that she’s got nothing.”

Vivienne was absolutely certain.

She was judging Emilia by her own standards, thinking about what she would do in that situation.

“Don’t let her scare you into making a mistake.”

Vivienne tried to reassure Jack a little more. “At the charity auction tomorrow, I’m going to make her pay.”

Vivienne was making the call in a separate room, away from her assistant.

The caretaker wasn’t in the room either, but she kept glancing in that direction, her hands clenched tightly.

***

In the car.

Tyler had already heard about the situation online from Israel.

He had known for a long time that Vivienne was faking her depression.

Now that it was all over the internet, he couldn’t be bothered to deal with it.

Right now, all he wanted was to open the box in his hands.

An eight-digit code.

What day could it be?

Tyler’s eyes were bloodshot as he tried again and again.

But after countless attempts, the result was always the same repetitive phrase— “Beep! Incorrect password!”

The car came to a stop. The apartment building was right in front of them.

Finally—

Ding!

They had arrived.

His assistant pushed him into the apartment.

The door that Theodore’s men had broken down had been replaced.

The assistant pushed him all the way to the master bedroom.

Nothing here had changed. The blanket he had folded and set aside still seemed to carry Emilia’s scent.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.

“Tye.”

It was Emilia’s voice.

His grip on the safe tightened.

A wave of sadness washed over Tyler.

It felt like a very, very long time since she had last called him that.