Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 670

But far more terrifying than the basement itself was Tyler's contorted face.

Right now, Tyler was like a vicious, cornered beast.

Deceit, betrayal, every imaginable violation had bombarded him relentlessly.

"Tyler, you can't illegally imprison me!" Vivienne shrieked. "I'll press charges!"

The only thing left on Tyler's face was a look of pure, unadulterated mockery.

Vivienne, the woman who colluded with Eugene and had multiple dead bodies tying her down, was lecturing him about the law?

"I'm going to make you savor every last drop of the consequences for lying to me," Tyler sneered.

Once he had dragged her through absolute hell, then he would hand her over to the prison system.

Vivienne panicked even harder. What exactly was he going to do to her?

She couldn't even fathom it. Was he going to kill her?

Send her to prison?

She couldn't go to prison either.

Her hands were filthy.

And that included setting up Eugene.

Tyler, at the very least, was a man with social standing; he wouldn't blow up his own life just to take her down. But Eugene was a man who actually killed for a living.

Eugene would never let her live!

"Tyler, don't you forget." In the dim basement, Vivienne glared at him, a desperate madness in her eyes. "I still have Emilia's private photos!"

Tyler's grip tightened instantly.

Vivienne suddenly started laughing.

Since all the masks had been ripped off, there was no point in hiding anything anymore.

"Tyler, the only people who have those photos are me and Eugene."

"You detained Eugene and his men, tore their places apart, and destroyed every trace you could find just to prevent those pictures from leaking."

"You willingly played along with me for six months, didn't you? All because you were banking on me dying of cancer so the threat would die with me."

Vivienne cackled wildly.

"But guess what, Tyler? Eugene is still out there. You can hire the best hackers in the world to scrub the internet 24/7, but can you stop him from printing physical copies and showering them all over Alden City?!"

The memory of that day clawed its way back into his mind.

That day, he had been frantically called to Vivienne's house because she was coughing up blood.

It was the first time she had vomited blood, and he had seen it with his own eyes. It was real.

Massive mouthfuls of dark blood spilling from her lips.

The floor around her was littered with empty liquor bottles.

Seeing her in that state, he had immediately tried to rush her to the hospital.

But she refused to let him.

He had tried to carry her out by force, but she pushed him away, accidentally knocking over a tablet resting nearby.

The screen lit up, and the first thing he saw was the photo.

Just one glance, and it felt like his internal organs had frozen solid.

It was a photo of Emilia, one of the twisted pictures Absolon Foster had taken years ago.

He had clearly captured Eugene and his crew, used every method at his disposal to gut their homes, accounts, and digital footprints, completely destroying all of those private photos.