Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 111

Primrose Avenue, Alden City.

A Bugatti Centodieci roared down the street, its engine echoing between the rows of trees.

In the passenger seat, Vivienne scrolled through her phone, a self-satisfied smile tugging at her lips. She drafted a message to Jack, her fingers dancing across the screen.

[For now, start quietly spreading the rumor that Serena faked her charity donations. Keep it subtle; I want to save this card for when I really need leverage over her.]

The confirmation came back almost instantly. Vivienne slipped her phone into her purse, her confidence swelling. Everything was falling perfectly into place—every move meticulously planned, every outcome anticipated. She felt invincible, as if the world itself was hers to command.

The car slowed and pulled up in front of Vivienne's upscale apartment complex. The engine purred to a stop, but Tyler, behind the wheel, didn't move to get out. For a moment, neither did Vivienne. She glanced at him, waiting.

After a brief pause, Tyler leaned over and reached for the small safe Donovan Group had delivered earlier that day. Vivienne's eyes sparkled with anticipation, though she quickly lowered her gaze, careful not to let Tyler see her excitement.

Did he take a picture of that six-carat Burmese ruby pendant, too? Is he going to give me that as well? she wondered.

Everyone knew the tanzanite's auction price had soared to $2.5 million, but its real value was barely a fraction of that. The ruby pendant was worth far more—and unlike a loose gemstone, it was already crafted, ready to be worn and admired. Of course, if Tyler wanted to give her both, she certainly wouldn't object.

But now that Tyler was making a move, she couldn't just sit idly by. Vivienne unlocked her phone and pulled up her banking app, her voice casual as she said, "Tyler, I only have $120,000 available right now. I'll transfer that to you first, and I'll work out the rest later."

Tyler's attention snapped back to the present. His fingers brushed lightly over the deep blue tanzanite before he reached in and lifted out the ruby pendant.

Tyler's gaze dropped. "Yeah."

Vivienne's heart swelled, her vision filled with the brilliant red of the pendant. "So, Tyler, did you bid on this just for me?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he stared out the window at the silent courtyard bathed in the dim glow of the streetlights, the shadows of trees stretched long across the pavement. The night felt strangely empty.

"Yeah," he answered softly.

And in that moment, it suddenly made sense—what he'd failed to understand more than a month ago, when he'd boasted, "My kid deserves only the finest diamonds." Now he saw, finally, why Emilia had been so furious that day.