Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 56

But that trending topic didn't last long—it was quickly bumped off the charts.

Because Serena, the singer, had just started her live performance of "Yesterday Once More."

The moment her stream went live, its popularity shot up like wildfire.

There was only one reason: the performance was absolutely electrifying.

Even though Vivienne had already instructed the production team to crank the stream quality and audio fidelity down to the bare minimum—diluting the effect by several layers—the impact of Serena's voice was undeniable. The raw energy still made it through the static.

No one really knew who Serena was. She performed in a mask, shrouded in mystery, with not a single trace of her identity anywhere online.

People all over the internet began speculating.

"My God, that was unreal—who is she? She doesn't sound like a newcomer at all!"

"I agree! I thought Vivienne's ‘Faint Whispers' was going to be the highlight of the night, but this… There are hidden gems everywhere!"

"I'm betting it's some industry heavyweight with a new singing style. Why else would she hide her face?"

"I'm with you! Let's make guesses together—it's half the fun!"

"‘Faint Whispers' and ‘Yesterday Once More' are so different, but honestly, I'd call them ‘The Untouchable and The Marked'—the twin pillars of Voice of the Divine's premiere!"

In no time, another hashtag was trending:

#FaintWhispersYesterdayOnceMore#

#VoiceOfTheDivine_TheUntouchable_TheMarked#

Thousands chimed in with their takes.

Some loved "Faint Whispers," others were obsessed with "Yesterday Once More," but since the styles were worlds apart, no one could pick a clear winner.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he scrambled for a solution. "How about this, Vivienne: we get people online to point out that you're not a professional singer, yet you still managed such an impressive debut. That contrast will put you a head above the competition!"

Vivienne's expression softened a fraction, though her eyes still smoldered with anger.

The man dabbed his forehead, relieved she hadn't exploded.

But Vivienne was far from satisfied. Watching him pull out a tablet to message their PR contacts, she added, "Jack, I built your team from the ground up. You know exactly what I've done for you, and what you've done for me."

Jack's nerves spiked again. He forced a smile. "Back then, I was just a nobody in promotions. Working with you, Vivienne, is the only reason I'm here today."

"Don't worry, Vivienne. I know—we rise together. The only way our team gets the biggest payoff is if you make it to the top and become Mrs. Erickson."

"Glad you remember." Vivienne finally nodded, eyes fixed on the live stage where Serena was still performing, her mind already racing with new schemes.

This "Serena," the Masked Woman, was not to be underestimated. And worst of all, she was Christian's sugar baby—meaning brute force wasn't an option.