Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 658

Weber stared at the face on the paper.

The sheer terror of that night came rushing back in a suffocating wave.

Goosebumps erupted across his arms as a chill ran down his spine.

"Yes, that's him!" Weber said, his trembling finger pointing at the sketch.

Cynthia leaned in to study the drawing.

She held a stack of photographs in her hand, ready to cross-reference the face.

...

Inside a dimly lit, squalid room.

Vivienne was picking at her breakfast.

The curtains were drawn tight, blocking out all natural light. This was far from a decent apartment—since the hired thug rarely left, the cramped space reeked of stale sweat and garbage.

Vivienne checked her burner phone. Jack still hadn't replied.

The man hadn't returned yet, and she hadn't dared to step outside. Her breakfast was just leftovers he had brought back the day before.

In the sweltering heat, the food had already begun to spoil.

Vivienne, accustomed to luxury, was losing her mind.

She constantly scrolled the internet on a spare phone the man had left behind.

Her reputation was completely pulverized.

Without Jack's carefully orchestrated damage control, her fan groups had devolved into vicious infighting.

Only a tiny fraction of delusional diehards remained.

She took a miserable bite of the stale sandwich, and the sour taste of spoiled meat hit her tongue.

"Ugh..."

She violently spat it out, utterly disgusted.

Furious and frustrated, she chucked the sandwich across the room.

She caught a whiff of her own unwashed clothes and grimaced.

She couldn't live like this anymore!

...

Meanwhile.

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