Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 645

Behind closed doors, her words were laced with pure poison.

"This last one is the most important clip of all," the caregiver announced.

She scanned the horrified faces around the table before tapping the final file.

Vivienne's unmistakable voice echoed through the quiet room.

"I've been feeling anxious lately," Vivienne murmured.

A brief silence followed, indicating the person on the other end of the line was speaking.

A moment later, Vivienne spoke again. "I honestly don't know."

She paused, her tone dropping into a chilling whisper. "Are you absolutely sure you wiped all the traces? No one can ever trace that hit back to me. They can't know I paid you to run Emilia off the road to kill her baby."

The words struck Emilia like a physical blow.

For a split second, the world went completely deafeningly silent.

Her pulse pounded in her ears like a rapid drumbeat, drowning out the rest of the recording.

But the audio continued.

"You need to figure out a way back. You can't keep hiding out in the woods forever."

"Right. Make some preparations. We might need to permanently silence a few loose ends."

"I know, you always get the job done right. If you hadn't found out Emilia went to the hospital because she was pregnant, things wouldn't have gone nearly as smoothly."

Vivienne's voice was practically dripping with smug satisfaction.

"The best part is that we completely eliminated that threat without a single person realizing the truth."

"Hahaha." Vivienne's cruel laughter crackled through the speaker. "I bet Emilia is crying her eyes out over her little tragedy. Honestly, if it wasn't too risky, I would have gone to the hospital just to watch her suffer. Seeing her pathetic grief would have been the ultimate high!"

...

Fueled by Vivienne's toxic whispers, he had genuinely believed Joyce was just being difficult and vindictive.

Even later at the police station, when he confirmed the accident was real, he never once felt bad about Joyce keeping him away.

He had fully convinced himself that Joyce and Emilia were just being paranoid, trying to pin a random accident on Vivienne out of sheer jealousy.

He had never, in his wildest dreams, believed Vivienne was capable of hiring a hitman to murder Emilia!

Joyce's furious, heartbroken voice echoed through his memories: "Vivienne, you're awfully desperate to defend yourself right now! Are you terrified they'll find out you hired the driver?"

And what had he done?

He had stood firmly in front of Vivienne, shielding her like a hero. "Vivienne left Vivian Floral Atelier at eight forty-five and has been stalked by paparazzi all night. Her alibi is solid. She was with me."

Joyce had argued, "She could have hired someone!"

And his response—his blind, arrogant response—had been: "Joyce, you're crossing a line!"