Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 114

George finally nodded, as if he'd just caught on.

Meanwhile, the man sitting off to the side hadn't said a single word this whole time.

Time ticked by slowly.

As debate raged online, several things happened at once.

Earlier that day, before the charity gala, Joyce had asked Felix to find a top data specialist. But so far, there was still no reply.

At the same time, an internet user going by "Seven" had managed to get his hands on a shaky video from the event.

But since it was filmed in secret, the person recording hadn't dared to raise their phone. Instead, they'd left it under their seat, so all you could hear was the chaos of people chatting nearby. The stage wasn't even in frame, and the singer's voice was barely audible beneath the noise. The video was pretty much useless.

Out of options, Seven went to his older brother for help.

After handing over the file, he said, "Hey, bro, I need a favor."

His brother, a man with thick-rimmed glasses, turned around and glanced at his chubby, geeky sibling.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Could you, uh, clean up the audio? I just want the singer's voice—cut out all the background noise." Seven played him the audio clip.

His brother watched the video, adjusted his glasses, and gave Seven a skeptical look. "I'm just a programmer, you know."

Seven grinned. "Come on, you're being modest. You're one of the top data scientists in the country."

His brother sighed. "That's just with data, not magic. Leave it here—I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, bro!"

But Seven wasn't putting all his eggs in one basket. He decided on a three-pronged approach.

After all, the video hadn't actually captured anyone's face. No matter how skilled his brother was, he couldn't conjure people out of thin air.

So, Seven made up his mind to sneak back into the venue for the next live broadcast. This time, he'd hide his equipment better and record everything himself.

Meanwhile, he'd keep waiting for his brother's update.

"We may not know her motives, but one thing's for sure—she'd do anything to keep this hidden. The more dirt we have, the stronger our bargaining position."

Their leader tapped the table thoughtfully. "And Serena—she's cagey, always careful with her words. I bet she's hiding the real bombshell."

He made the final call: "Lay low for now. Didn't you see what happened to that guy who tried to confront Vivienne live? Got silenced straight away. We need to be patient and discreet—when we move, we move once and get it done. If we tip our hand too early, we're screwed."

"Oh, and keep an eye on Emilia. I think she's Tyler's ex-wife. Could help us dig up more."

"Got it, boss!"

——

Meanwhile, the man who'd been forcibly shut down at the live event stormed out of the temporary apartment he'd been given.

"You did this on purpose!" he shouted furiously. "You're all in Vivienne's enemies' pockets, aren't you?!"

He was Vivienne's most devoted fan.