Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 619

Before the caregiver could even reach the exit, the crowd converged. She panicked, slamming the heavy reinforced doors of the atelier shut and locking the deadbolt, trapping the rabid fans outside.

"Come out!"

"You Solmaris spy, show your face!"

"Confess what you did and clear Vivienne's name!"

...

The mob surged against the building, pounding their fists against the doors. When the caregiver refused to open up, a few of them grabbed heavy metal folding chairs and hurled them at the exterior glass displays.

With a deafening crash, the reinforced glass shattered, sending jagged shards raining onto the pavement.

The crowd roared and poured into the outer lobby.

Standing a safe distance away, Jack watched the destruction in horror. He pulled out his phone and dialed Vivienne.

"They smashed the glass and broke in," he said, his voice trembling. "They've completely lost their minds. They're going to kill her. What do we do?"

In her hospital room, Vivienne stared blankly at the sterile white wall, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "Ignore it. They will not kill her. Relax."

In truth, she was praying they would beat the caregiver to death. If the woman was dead, she could not testify. Vivienne could spin whatever lie she wanted, claiming she had been held hostage and forced to fake the illness. It was the perfect permanent solution.

Knowing that the mob was livestreaming the assault, Vivienne quickly logged into her burner account to fuel the fire in the comments.

Inside the atelier, the caregiver was paralyzed with terror. She retreated to the back storage room, throwing her weight against a solid steel door and sliding the heavy deadbolt into place.

A massive thud echoed through the shop as the mob hit the steel door.

"Get the hell out here!"

"Why are you hiding? You're guilty, aren't you? You're scared!"

The accusations piled on, echoing through the confined space.

Of course I am scared, you psycho! the caregiver screamed in her head. It was like being hunted by a horde of zombies.

She had hoped to use the audio as leverage to negotiate protection from Theodore or Tyler.

But right now, leverage meant nothing if she was dead.

The mob would have to stop and listen to the audio. That would burn precious minutes. And once they heard it, they would turn on each other. They would be too busy tearing themselves apart to bother killing her.

"You love livestreaming? You love playing the victim and framing innocent people?" she thought, a bitter, vengeful satisfaction cutting through her terror. "Let us broadcast this to the world."

"And you idiots," she muttered under her breath, glaring at the door. "You refused to admit you worshipped a monster, and you tried to put the blame on me."

"You brought this on yourselves!"

On the other side of the door, the livestreamer snatched the phone off the floor.

She saw the audio playback screen paused and waiting.

Without a second thought, she tapped play. To ensure her audience could hear every word, she held the speaker directly up to her own phone's microphone and cranked the volume to max.