Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 14

Tyler had gotten himself involved as well.

"Do they know it was me?" Emilia asked, her voice cautious.

She hadn't said it outright, but what she really wanted to know was whether Vivienne had figured out that "Emy" was actually Emilia. Still, she was certain Christian understood her meaning.

"They don't," Christian answered at once. "I'm sure of it."

Emilia fell silent.

Cars zipped past outside. She watched the slow drift of clouds across the sky, and then, quietly, she made up her mind.

First, Emilia called her doctor and confirmed she could move her appointment to the afternoon. Then she told Christian she was on her way.

"Alright, get here as soon as you can."

After hanging up, Emilia swung her car around, stopped to pick up a few things, and sped off toward Donovan Entertainment.

She parked, pulled on a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask, then made her way into the building.

A soft chime announced the elevator's arrival. Emilia stepped inside, her Dior heels clicking softly, and soon she was crossing the threshold into the office.

"Emy, you're here." Christian was the first to spot her.

He noticed her new getup, eyebrows lifting slightly, but said nothing. Instead, he guided her in and had her sit at the far end of the long conference table.

Opposite her sat Tyler and Vivienne.

As Emilia walked in, Vivienne immediately stood.

"Hi, Emy. I'm Vivienne. I'm not sure if you've heard of me." Vivienne managed a feeble smile, her whole demeanor fragile and pitiable.

She said, "I truly want to buy your song. I hope you'll consider selling it to me."

Emilia didn't answer right away; instead, she glanced at Tyler.

He didn't even spare her a look, his entire focus fixed on Vivienne.

Christian, seated beside Emilia, spoke up first. "Ms. Vivienne, Emy isn't interested in selling the song. I've told you this before."

But Vivienne ignored him, her eyes reddening as she looked at Emilia.

"But Miss Emy, I really, really love your song," she said, suddenly frowning as if trying to fight through some pain.

Emilia paused, then added, "Are you planning to use it for your big livestream send-off? Or… maybe as your funeral march?"

"You—!" Vivienne was so furious she broke into a fit of coughing.

Tyler rubbed Vivienne's back to help her breathe, shooting Emilia a look full of displeasure—the first time he'd looked at her since she walked in.

"Miss Emy, don't you think that was a bit much?" Tyler's voice was cold, his brows drawn tight, those dark eyes sharp as flint.

His lips pressed in a hard line, the familiar face now set in disapproval.

Emilia looked at him.

He'd changed clothes, no longer in what he'd worn yesterday. She recognized the outfit—it was one she'd picked for him from the wardrobe back at their house.

So, he'd been back to the old place. He must know by now that she'd moved out.

And he clearly didn't care.

Just as well.

Emilia composed herself, her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, gaze dropping away from Tyler's. She refused to meet his eyes.