Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 204

As the melody wound on, the Masked Woman’s dance, her singing, the lilting pluck of the lute, and the glowing stage—painted with visions reminiscent of ancient Western cathedrals and frescoes—blended seamlessly into a single, breathtaking spectacle.

On stage, she looked almost divine, an ethereal muse descended from another world. The audience was transfixed. In that moment, whether watching in the theatre or streaming online, everyone was utterly captivated.

Just moments earlier, George had been anxiously pacing over the Masked Woman’s first segment, worried about how it would all come together. Now, he was blown away.

“It’s perfect! Two languages, two instruments, two cultures—yet she’s woven them all together with this idea of a ‘journey.’ Not a hint of awkwardness! No wonder the song’s called ‘Voyage!’”

George had always been a fan, but now he was practically bouncing in his seat with excitement.

Ella, sitting beside him, forgot all about giving her annoying little brother a smack. She was too lost in awe.

Even Theodore, lurking in the shadows at the edge of the hall, couldn’t help the wry, meaningful smile that curled at his lips.

The entire theatre buzzed with astonished whispers and gasps. Online, those who’d been arguing only moments ago had fallen silent, their fingers racing to type in unison across the chat:

“Incredible!”

“Amazing!”

“I don’t even have the words to describe how I feel right now!”

“That twist with the lute—genius!”

For a while, no one remembered what they’d been debating about.

But it didn’t stop there.

Not even close.

As the stage lights dimmed, the Masked Woman seemed to vanish into a swirl of mist, her image dissolving into a projected panorama—now revealing scenes from a far-off land.

Clips of world-famous operas flashed across the screen, iconic moments looping again and again, drawing the audience into another universe.

Two Dollars: I honestly don’t get it. I told Grandpa about Christian fooling around with Serena and getting her pregnant—he was furious. But now, with the whole Emilia mess in the open, I went to him again, and guess what he said?

Vi: What?

Two Dollars: He just brushed it off! Told me to focus on the company and stop pestering him with my brother’s scandals! I’m going mad here!

Wyatt was fuming. He’d assumed he could control the situation easily, but something had changed. His grandfather, who’d always been so strict about these things, suddenly didn’t care.

What had shifted?

Wyatt racked his brain, and at last, a memory surfaced: that night at the charity auction, when Serena had gone off to speak privately with his grandfather. After that, everything was different.

Serena.

Wyatt’s gaze snapped back to the stage, narrowing dangerously as the Masked Woman danced beneath the lights.