Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 45

He rarely paid attention to online gossip—his company's PR team handled such things—so this was the first time Tyler actually took a close look at what people were saying.

His first reaction: this was definitely her post, which meant her fall down the stairs hadn't caused any real harm.

His second thought: she was clearly making a scene.

She wouldn't message him directly, but she'd use this account to broadcast an update, emphasizing again that they weren't divorced yet.

She knew perfectly well that as soon as she posted from this account, he would see it.

"Mr. Erickson, do you want to reach out to Mrs. Erickson and coordinate a PR response?" Jensen asked from beside him.

Tyler set the tablet down on the table.

"No need. Ignore it."

Jensen tucked the tablet away and nodded. "And about Ms. Vivienne—?"

Tyler tapped his fingers on the tabletop. "I'll handle it."

After a brief pause, he glanced up at Jensen. "What's Eugene up to right now?"

Jensen hesitated, then caught on, lowering his voice without thinking. "He's gone back to his hometown. With your orders, sir, he doesn't dare set foot in Alden City."

He looked at Tyler again and added, "Wherever he goes, with your word, it won't be easy for him."

Tyler gave a quiet "Mm."

Jensen took the tablet and left. Alone, Tyler lifted his head thoughtfully, gazing out through the vast floor-to-ceiling windows.

Even from the top floor of the Erickson Building, he could sense the wind howling outside.

Alden City was always this windy.

This gale, sweeping across half the country, still hadn't let up.

The city kept running at full tilt, each person following their own path.

Even in this weather, every building was alive with bustling voices.

On the rack beside her hung her performance dress, meticulously prepared: layers upon layers of roses crafted onto a vivid red gown. The striking, intricate design made the roses bloom together into a reborn flame.

Next to the dress, carefully preserved, was a mask.

It matched the gown, adorned with dramatic rose details—a beauty edged with danger.

All this stood in sharp contrast to Emilia herself, pale and so thin she looked almost fragile.

In just a few days, she'd lost twenty pounds, making her already-slim frame seem almost insubstantial.

She slipped on the red dress, added the bold rose tassel earrings, and finally reached for the mask.

Without hesitation, she put it on.

The mask fit perfectly, hiding Emilia's face from view.

When she looked up again, the woman in the mirror wasn't Emilia anymore.

She was Serena.