Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 660

Vivienne froze in her tracks.

She had just been using his name as a shield, assuming his reputation would terrify her captors.

But here he was in the flesh.

Did this mean these were his men?

Her mind spun into overdrive.

Was he still angry about what happened in the hospital stairwell?

Did he still refuse to believe her innocent act?

It's fine, it's fine, Vivienne frantically reassured herself.

The security footage only showed her glancing at Emilia. It was a chaotic brawl—it was perfectly reasonable that she had accidentally bumped into Emilia's elbow in the panic.

Tyler didn't have any concrete proof. As long as she cried perfectly and fed him the right excuses, he would forgive her like he always did.

Convincing herself of this, Vivienne forced her muscles to relax.

Israel silently signaled the guards, and they all stepped out into the hall.

Click.

The heavy door swung shut, sealing them inside.

Tyler gripped the armrests of his wheelchair so hard his knuckles turned white and the veins popped against his skin. His predatory gaze locked onto Vivienne.

He wanted nothing more than to rip off her beautiful, fragile mask and expose the rotting, vile soul underneath.

Before he could even open his mouth, the waterworks began.

Vivienne threw herself across the room, collapsing at his feet and burying her face against his legs. Tears streamed down her face in a flawless display of hysteria.

"Tyler! You terrified me! I thought... I thought what happened a year ago was happening all over again... sob... sob..."

She wailed loudly, calculating that bringing up her past trauma would immediately disarm him.

She waited for his gentle touch. She expected him to apologize and lift her into his arms.

But he didn't move an inch.

Vivienne forced herself to cry harder.

Her exaggerated sobs echoed loudly against the concrete walls of the basement.

A long, agonizing minute passed, and Tyler remained completely motionless.

"Are you still trying to lie your way out of this?!" Tyler roared, his voice exploding through the basement.

His eyes were bloodshot, glaring down at her with the raw, violent fury of a wounded beast.

"Vivienne, after everything, do you honestly think I don't know?!"

Vivienne flinched, opening her mouth to cry again.

But in the next second, Tyler pulled out his phone and pressed play on the audio file he had acquired from the caregiver.

Vivienne's voice rang out through the speakers, every single malicious syllable crystal clear.

Tyler's eyes looked as though they were weeping blood.

"Are you still going to look me in the eye and tell me you didn't know?!"

Vivienne's jaw dropped.

Damn it!

That wretched caregiver! If she hadn't planned on using the woman as a scapegoat, she would have had her killed a long time ago!

"Tyler, she's framing me!" Vivienne shrieked, desperately grasping at straws. "She hates me! She's trying to use that fake recording to extort you! She—"