Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 639

She pulled out her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen as she drafted a post.

"Besides, I haven't hit a dead end yet," she sneered. "Nothing I did was completely unforgivable. I just need to twist the narrative."

The man in the cap hesitated but stayed quiet.

Vivienne finished typing and hit publish.

She looked over at him. "I've worked too hard for this. I refuse to walk away empty-handed!"

"I will get exactly what I want!"

She gripped her phone tightly.

A chilling, murderous glint flashed in her eyes as she leaned over and muttered an instruction to the driver.

...

While an army of men scoured the city for her, the public was reacting to Vivienne's latest social media update.

Vivienne: Stop guessing. The video posted by user 567 is real. Joyce and I got into a scuffle, and I accidentally bumped into Tyler's elbow, which caused Emilia to fall down the stairs. That was my mistake, and I own it.

She boldly admitted to the video's authenticity.

There had been too many witnesses that day; there was no way to deny it anyway.

Plus, she was terrified that if she lied, the mysterious user 567 would drop more damning evidence. Panic was starting to set in.

Vivienne: But that so-called behavioral analysis is a joke. Yes, I was looking at Emilia, but only because I have feelings for Tyler. It was a chaotic situation. How could I have orchestrated it? I'm not some evil mastermind. It was a tragic accident.

She pinned the entire disaster on a stroke of bad luck.

Without concrete proof of premeditation, the video only proved she was fighting with Joyce.

That was why she still felt untouchable.

At worst, it was an accidental bump during a catfight.

The post sent the internet into a frenzy once again.

Sobbing uncontrollably, she slammed her hand on the call button.

Clutching her child, her heart soared as a team of doctors rushed into the room.

...

In a pitch-black apartment across the city.

The caregiver was hiding in the shadows.

After being cornered at Vivian Floral Atelier and having her misdeeds livestreamed to the world, she had been taken in for questioning. Since her crimes weren't severe enough for jail time, she had been released.

But she was terrified. She locked herself away, meticulously organizing the audio files on her voice recorder. She was waiting for the perfect moment to leverage them. She planned to offer the recordings to either Tyler or Theodore in exchange for a safe passage back to Solmaris.

She had only dared to hand over the original phone footage to the crazed fans because she had this backup-a voice recorder containing the unedited, undeniable truth.

The gossip broadcast blared from her phone screen, illuminating the dark room.

After a moment of deliberation, she pulled up the contact numbers for Emilia, Theodore, and Tyler, and fired off a mass text.