Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 750

Frederick's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

Christian sat casually beside Emilia.

They exchanged a brief, knowing look.

This had been Emilia's counterplay all along. The moment Frederick set his sights on her, she realized it was the perfect opportunity to drag Christian into the crossfire.

Sure, she could easily drop the hundred million herself, but bringing Christian in was a masterstroke.

Frederick was currently obsessed with crushing her.

If she tied Christian into this massive win, it would accelerate Christian's rise to power, forcing Frederick to divert his resources to fight a two-front war.

Furthermore, thanks to her private deal with Caleb, she had personally watched him confirm Elias's commitment over the phone.

This investment wasn't a trap; it was a goldmine.

And she hadn't just secured the tech—her intelligence network had confirmed the overseas orders were not only real, but there were secondary contracts waiting to be announced.

Caleb was a visionary playing a dangerous game, but his hand was a winning one.

Now, the boardroom felt like a high-stakes poker table with four players locked in a death match.

Emilia and Christian on one side. Frederick and Chloe on the other.

"A word of advice," Frederick sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't sit at a table if you don't know the rules. You'll lose your shirt."

Christian leaned back, utterly unbothered. "Even if I go all-in and bust, wiping that smug look off your face makes it worth every penny!"

Frederick shot Chloe a glance. The silent communication was clear.

If they could bankrupt Emilia and severely cripple Christian's capital in one fell swoop, it was the ultimate victory.

Under the table, Frederick typed out a quick text.

*Frederick: Is your intel bulletproof? Is the engineer walking?*

Chloe nodded in seamless agreement. "Since the rest of the room has folded, I propose an even split. Four players. Seventy-five million each. Does that work?"

A clean three hundred million dollar pot.

One hundred and fifty million from the Frederick and Chloe alliance. One hundred and fifty million from the Emilia and Christian alliance.

Frederick smiled, fixing Christian with a predatory stare. "I think it's a brilliant hand. The question is... do you have the guts to call the bet, Christian?"

Emilia and Christian shared a brief look.

Christian read the absolute confidence in her eyes and turned back with a savage grin. "I'll see your bet."

"Big words," Frederick mocked softly. "But this requires legally binding contracts and wired funds. Are you sure your liquidity isn't tied up in your little side hustles?"

"Hah! You don't need to worry about my bankroll," Christian shot back confidently.

"Is that so?" Frederick smiled darkly, shifting his gaze back to Emilia, his expression twisted with a strange, victorious malice.