Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 652

Cynthia returned to her duties, leaving Tyler parked in the busy precinct hallway.

Officers hurried past him, a blur of frantic motion. The wail of police sirens echoed from the street, but Tyler's vision was entirely blurred.

He could only see the meaningless shift of light and shadows.

Israel stood dutifully beside Tyler's wheelchair. He had wanted to offer a word of comfort several times, but found himself completely speechless.

He had witnessed this entire disaster unfold from the beginning. At this point, even as a loyal employee of The Erickson Group and Tyler's right-hand man, Israel couldn't bring himself to say his boss was innocent.

After sitting in stunned silence for what felt like an eternity, Tyler finally shifted.

"Where to now, Mr. Erickson?" Israel immediately asked.

Tyler stared blankly out at the sky above the police station.

His jaw worked weakly, and he whispered two faint words. Israel leaned in close to catch them.

"Understood," Israel said, straightening his posture before pushing Tyler toward the exit.

...

Meanwhile.

Emilia sat quietly in the back of a moving car.

The police had officially issued a warrant for Vivienne's arrest. With all the resources dedicated to tracking her down, it was a guaranteed certainty that she would end up behind bars.

Yet, Emilia couldn't find it in herself to feel happy.

Everything she had endured felt like an endless, suffocating nightmare.

The memories were open wounds, stinging painfully at the slightest touch, refusing to heal.

She stared out the window at the city streets blurring past.

The speed of the vehicle gave her a fleeting illusion that she was constantly moving forward, running fast enough to leave her agonizing past behind.

She couldn't stop.

She had to bury herself in work and relentlessly pursue her goals. She needed to fill her mind and push her body to absolute exhaustion—only then could she temporarily shut out the pain.

A soft sigh broke through the silence.

They were spinning the narrative into overdrive.

Jack racked his brain, trying to drag various public groups into the mess to muddy the waters.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on his door. The police had arrived.

"Are you Jack?"

"Yes, that's me," Jack stammered, his pulse spiking as he stared at the officers in sheer panic.

"Come with us."

Jack's stomach dropped. He and his entire marketing team were rounded up and taken away.

When they arrived at the precinct and he realized they were questioning him about Vivienne, he nearly had a heart attack. He genuinely had no idea about the hitman.

"I only had a business relationship with her! I run her marketing team. She discovered me early on and helped my career, so I just wanted to return the favor..."

"I know manipulating public opinion online isn't great, but it's an unspoken rule in the entertainment industry!"

He pleaded his case, emphasizing that plenty of celebrity studios hired crisis management teams just like his.