Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 162

The stage lights swept in time with The Masked Mermaid's haunting song, conjuring the feeling of standing at the very edge of the ocean itself.

Backstage, Vivienne was seething.

She wanted desperately to call Wyatt; his deep, modulated voice would be perfect for this moment. After all, if she knew Serena at all, there was something even bigger coming.

But Wyatt was clearly avoiding her calls—or maybe he was tangled up in his own problems.

Fine then...

Vivienne paused only a second before firing off a message to Jack.

Meanwhile, the live broadcast was igniting a firestorm online.

Suddenly, a new trending topic exploded across social media:

#SharpChangeInVideoQuality—Is Serena Backed By Powerful Interests?#

The internet erupted.

After all, anyone watching could see the sudden shift in video clarity.

"Exactly! The last two episodes, Serena was just average. Now, out of nowhere, she's suddenly amazing? Something's fishy here."

"Did you guys notice? Serena always gets high scores from the in-person audience, but the online votes are way lower. People watching at home aren't so easily fooled, but the live crowd is a different story."

"Maybe they boosted her audio and video quality just for this round?"

"If that's true, it's disgusting. A talent show turning into a backroom deal!"

Other voices tried to make themselves heard, but they were quickly drowned out by the wave, steering the conversation in one direction.

Elsewhere, in a quiet apartment complex, Seven and Joyce finally saw their chance.

The debate online took on a new life.

Minutes later, another fan video surfaced:

#SerenaUsLiveFanVideoLeaked#

This one hit even harder. If "Yesterday Once More" broke through thanks to its striking visuals and that unforgettable violin solo, "Us" was all about pure, raw emotion.

It was a gentle rock ballad, tinged with just the right touch of sadness, and the storytelling swept everyone away.

People were stunned.

The videos popped up one after the other, barely thirty seconds apart.

Back at the Voice of the Divine set, Vivienne watched the situation spiral out of control, her hands shaking with rage.