Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 122

On stage.

Emilia steadied herself against the grand piano, drawing in a deep breath to settle her nerves.

After a brief pause, she stepped into the center of the stage. With Henry at her side and the rest of the band behind them, they joined hands and bowed to the audience.

Faces stared up at her from the crowd, eyes shimmering with tears.

Emilia parted her lips.

"Thank you."

Her words were soft, neither happy nor sad—just a simple, ordinary phrase.

The applause erupted like thunder, the ovation so fierce it felt as if it might tear the roof off the concert hall.

Emilia dropped her gaze and slowly turned away, leaving the stage with the band.

She could feel Tyler's eyes on her the entire time.

But she would not look back.

They had loved each other once.

But now, that love was gone.

She had never doubted the sincerity of her feelings, but even the truest heart could change in an instant.

He was here tonight—for another woman.

The second live broadcast of Voice of the Divine continued on.

Emilia had been the fifth contestant to perform, with several more acts still to come.

It was an outstanding night, and as voting began, the scores were neck and neck for the lower spots.

Emilia's in-person votes soared, but curiously, her online votes were just average.

She wasn't trailing by much, but the contrast between her live reaction and her online numbers was striking.

When the numbers were combined, her overall score landed above average, but it wasn't the highest.

Christian shook his head as he entered Emilia's dressing room.

He'd done everything he could behind the scenes, but it hadn't been quite enough—Wyatt was still making trouble.

Emilia waved away his concern. Once Christian sorted out the others, justice would be done.

"I don't care—I'm officially a die-hard Serena fan. It's not my fault, the trolls drove me here. I'm just a stubborn fanboy, so sue me!"

Joyce nearly burst out laughing.

An ally!

The fan—screen name Seven—was still basking in his excitement, when suddenly he heard a noise behind him and nearly jumped out of his seat.

Someone was staring right at his camera.

No electronics were allowed inside, and he'd just been caught red-handed.

"Don't worry, I'm on your side!" Joyce whispered quickly. "I feel the same way—those edited livestream clips are totally unfair to Serena."

Seven relaxed a little, but he still eyed her warily.

Joyce wasn't about to waste this opportunity. Glancing around, she said, "Not a good place to chat now. Wait until the show ends—I'll find you. Trust me, you won't regret it."

Meanwhile, outside the hall, the man who'd tried to sneak in last time—hoping to ask about the demo—was still being kept out.

He was furious.

"I have a ticket! What right do you have to keep me out?"