Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 58

Once Faint Whispers officially went live, that lawyer's letter could be sent at any moment.

After all, what had been sold was only the right to use the song—there wasn't even a credit attached now. That was crossing the line.

A sly chuckle came from the other end. "Great minds think alike," Christian said. "I'm already drafting it."

"But," Emilia's voice softened as she glanced down, "send it to her privately. Don't post anything online."

Christian paused. "Why not?"

"The purpose of a legal notice is to warn and inform." Emilia's tone was calm, measured. "That's how the process works."

Christian let out an amused huff. "Got it."

He was quick on the uptake—one hint was enough.

Christian had a temper, sure, but in a family as cutthroat as the Donovans, he'd managed to stake his claim at Donovan Entertainment even though his two brothers had come of age years before him. He was far from a pushover.

Both Christian and Emilia knew that right now, Vivienne held the ultimate get-out-of-jail-free card: she was "living on borrowed time."

If they made a public statement now—even just to defend their legal rights—they'd be cast as the villains in the court of public opinion.

People always sided with the underdog. The narrative would be: Vivienne is dying, and all Donovan Entertainment cares about is clout.

Donovan Entertainment, capitalizing on someone's tragedy.

In a publicly listed company, reputation was everything; it could make or break the stock price. And above Donovan Entertainment loomed an even larger shadow: the Donovan Group.

All they could do was wait—wait for the right moment to strike, and strike hard.

But they couldn't appear passive, either.

Sending the legal notice to the designated email was just one link in the chain—important for the timeline, and even more so as evidence.

Leave a paper trail.

That mattered.

Emilia didn't know what Vivienne's endgame was, but she herself had never been one to sit back and let fate decide.

After a few more words, Emilia set down her phone.

She'd barely done so when it buzzed again.

She glanced at the caller ID: "Grandpa Tyler" flashing on the screen. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

The past few days, both of the old men had tried to reach her repeatedly, but she hadn't picked up once.

With Cindy's steadying arm, she made her way toward the stage.

…

Meanwhile—

The top floor of the Erickson Building.

Tyler knew something was off as soon as he arrived. Every staff member in the executive suite kept their heads down, silent as mice.

Jensen pushed open the doors to the president's office. Tyler had barely stepped inside before a cane came swinging at him.

He dodged instinctively.

"Oh, so you dare dodge now?"

The furious, all-too-familiar voice cut through the air. Tyler looked up to see Parker—Parker Erickson—standing in front of him.

"Grandpa," Tyler managed.

Seeing the old man's shaky stance, Tyler moved in to steady him.

Parker took the opportunity to whack Tyler's arm with his cane.