Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 477

The copyright registration for “Faint Whispers” (formerly known as “Glimmer”) at Donovan Entertainment is publicly available on their official website.

It’s all there in black and white: lyrics and composition—Emy, and Emy alone. There’s no mention of Vivienne anywhere.

With that, everything flipped in an instant.

Industry insiders rushed to the website to verify the details, and what they saw matched exactly the screenshot Donovan Entertainment had released.

Even the person projecting the information onto the big screen double-checked the process, confirming everything was legitimate.

“Well? This is the official copyright documentation. I’d love to see what Vivienne has to say now,” Christian sneered, his voice dripping with derision.

He’d had enough—Vivienne had teamed up with Wyatt Tyler to squeeze them out again and again.

Emilia stayed silent, simply watching Vivienne from across the room.

Online and offline, chaos erupted.

A flood of people brandished the copyright registration, demanding answers from Vivienne. They wanted an explanation—right now.

But Vivienne didn’t say a word.

She finished arranging the flowers in her hands, only then rising to her feet.

Emilia watched her from afar, waiting for Vivienne’s next performance.

Vivienne’s eyes were already rimmed red.

“I didn’t know about any of this,” Vivienne’s voice rang out through the speakers, echoing across the venue and through the livestream.

She let out a bitter little laugh. “All I can say is—I wrote the song, but the music industry… it’s just not my world.”

She looked straight into the camera.

“Emy, you’re watching this, aren’t you?” Vivienne said, recalling how Emy had treated her coldly just days prior, when she’d tried to talk things through. She wanted Emy to beg her for forgiveness—to kneel at her feet.

The thought only made Vivienne’s expression turn more sorrowful.

“We’ve known each other for so long. Back when I knew nothing, you helped me, and I was grateful.”

“Emy, even though I wrote all the songs myself, I always brought your name along with mine.”

“But look what you’ve done to me.”

A single tear slid down Vivienne’s cheek.

“When it came to things like registrations, I didn’t know how, and my health wasn’t great. You offered to take care of it, to handle the paperwork, all the little things, and I….”

Vivienne was both laughing and crying now, tears falling faster.

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