Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 625

"You have a few days," Emilia's muffled voice came through the glass before she lowered the window just an inch. "Just like we agreed. I'll be taking back the Dennis family's assets."

"As for you..." She paused, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Take care of yourself."

That was her final word.

She rolled the window up tightly, severing his view of her completely.

Tyler's eyes swam with tears as he stared at the dark glass, the reality of her utter indifference crushing the last of his hope.

Theodore stood by the car, looking down at Tyler. He felt absolutely zero sympathy for the man's injuries. But Theodore was fundamentally a gentleman.

He turned his gaze to Israel. "Take Mr. Erickson back to his room. He belongs in a hospital bed, not sitting in a parking lot."

He glanced at Tyler one last time. For a split second, it looked like Theodore might add something else, but he kept his silence. He turned and got into the driver's seat.

The engine purred to life, and the car slipped away into the night.

Watching their taillights disappear down the dark street, Tyler let out a hollow, self-deprecating laugh, the tears finally spilling over his eyelashes.

Inside the car, Emilia leaned her head back against the leather seat, watching the city lights blur past her window.

Theodore reached across the console and took her hand.

She turned to look at him.

He offered a warm smile, leaned over to press a soft kiss to her forehead, and gently guided her head to rest on his shoulder.

"So, what's the game plan now?" Theodore asked softly.

Emilia stared at their intertwined reflection in the rearview mirror. "I need to check out the new office space and prep for the official takeover of the Dennis family's company."

"And after that, I'm going to uncover the truth about my father's death and rebuild the Dennis family legacy."

"Mhm." Theodore nodded, gently rubbing her shoulder.

"Well, whenever you have a gap in your schedule, do you think you could pencil me in?" Theodore asked.

Emilia lifted her head to look at him.

Theodore's eyes danced with amusement. "We have an engagement party to plan. And, Emilia, we need to go to the courthouse for our marriage license. We have a wedding to put together."

The secret recording was one hundred percent authentic.

The sheer audacity of it left the public entirely speechless. How could Vivienne be so brazenly manipulative?

User 567, who had been holding back for days, returned to the battlefield with a vengeance.

[567 - I tried to warn you people. I literally couldn't stomach the lies anymore. Vivienne is a total fraud.]

[567 - Every single thing she does is a calculated PR stunt to line her own pockets. You were all just too blind to see it.]

Vivienne's obsessive fanbase was still fighting a losing battle, swarming 567's mentions with death threats and trying to doxx them.

But 567 didn't flinch. They doubled down, changing their display name to: [Vivienne's Fake Illness Victim No.1 (Besides Emilia)].

The timeline was a total bloodbath.

And right at the peak of the chaos, the same anonymous account that had aggressively investigated Emilia's past suddenly dropped a nuclear bomb.

They posted a massive, painstakingly detailed timeline of Vivienne's entire history, complete with receipts, screenshots, and legal annotations.