Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 163

At that moment, The Masked Mermaid was already deep into the second half of her performance.

Her voice climbed steadily, rising from a low, intimate murmur to an ethereal clarity that seemed to swirl and soar above the audience, lingering in the air like a goddess singing to the heavens.

The higher she sang, the more untouchable her voice became—never shrill or piercing, only hauntingly pure.

As the song reached its climax, her voice hit a G6, and the crowd responded like a tide drawn by the moon, surging with awe. It felt as if the mermaid had finally shed her old self, emerging as the true sovereign of the sea.

No one in the theater dared speak.

They were all utterly stunned.

It was a full thirty seconds before thunderous applause broke the silence, sweeping over the venue.

Emilia looked out at the crowd and offered a deep, gracious bow.

This was the song she had chosen specifically for tonight.

The moment she learned Joyce had gotten hold of Odette's phone, she knew her time had come.

She needed a comeback, and this song was her secret weapon.

How could she make the audience outside the theater feel the difference instantly?

High notes—glorious, overwhelming high notes—were the most immediate, visceral way.

This piece combined both storytelling and vocal prowess, breaking through the restraint of her previous two performances.

Even if something had gone wrong on Christian's end, she'd planned for it. No matter how fuzzy the livestream, her technical skill would shine through.

She had to make sure nothing could go wrong.

As Emilia straightened, she sensed a pair of eyes fixed on her.

She glanced over and saw Tyler.

In just those few minutes, Tyler's emotions were a tangled mess.

He watched the woman on stage—The Masked Mermaid—but for reasons he couldn't explain, it felt as if Emilia herself was standing there.

As he listened to the story within her song, her face kept appearing in his mind.

Emilia gave Tyler only the briefest glance before turning away. At the stage's edge, she spotted Cindy, who was nodding and clapping enthusiastically. That was all Emilia needed to know—Christian had succeeded.

Everything had fallen into place.

With that, the show ended perfectly, and Emilia slipped offstage.

Christian hurried up from the wings to greet her.

"How did it go?" Emilia asked with a smile.

"Amazing!" Christian's laughter was bright and triumphant—he had just punched Wyatt backstage and was clearly still riding the rush. He took Emilia's dress in hand, helping her down the steps. "Everything went exactly as planned."

Christian was beaming with pride. He and Emilia had pulled this off together; this victory belonged to them both.

"Now it's up to the marketing team and SevenJoyce to do their part."

They exchanged a knowing smile—no words needed.

Meanwhile, in the audience, Tyler watched the two of them, so perfectly in sync, and felt a pang of jealousy he couldn't quite explain.