Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 217

There had been incidents in the past where a show’s reputation had taken a nosedive, or where a problematic celebrity was reprimanded by the network.

Sometimes, the network would edit out all of that celebrity’s scenes.

If things were serious, the entire show might get pulled off the air.

The investors always had to consider these risks.

Emilia thought for a moment, then turned to Joyce and asked, “Can I borrow your laptop?”

Joyce immediately powered it on and handed it over.

Emilia’s fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed, and she enlisted Joyce and Seven to help her dig up relevant information.

There was no way she could handle this alone—she had to tap into the wisdom of the group.

With that in mind, Emilia glanced at Jayden and apologized, “Sorry.”

Jayden had mentioned before that he didn’t like too much noise.

He waved it off as no big deal, his attention lingering on Joyce’s laptop.

After a brief exchange, Jayden returned to his programming.

“You should probably take your SIM card out for now,” Jayden advised. “I doubt Vivienne would pass up the chance to leak your number.”

He was right—Vivienne had already started.

Emilia’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing, flooded with abusive messages and a barrage of verification codes, her notifications exploding nonstop.

Without hesitation, Emilia popped out the card—Serena’s number, provided by Donovan Entertainment, never linked to her personal information. The moment it was out, the world went quiet.

She tucked the card away and looked at the other two in the living room. “Let’s keep going.”

Originally, she’d planned to ambush Serena in the finale—just like she’d blindsided her team in the third round—using the donation scandal as a last-minute bombshell, catching them unprepared.

But after rumors started swirling about her own behavior, she’d had to drop an even bigger news piece to smother the gossip.

So her ace—the donation scandal—was forced out early.

Vivienne muttered, almost gleefully, “But so what if I played the card early? Serena, your name’s not on the donation list. Even if you scramble to donate now, nobody’s going to think it’s genuine. They’ll just say you’re doing damage control. Your image is ruined. Let’s see how you get out of this one.”

Her caretaker, watching nervously from the side, couldn’t help but chime in, “But Miss Vivienne, your name isn’t on the donation list, either. What if—”

Vivienne shot her a look of utter exasperation. “Are you dense? Everyone knows that that tanzanite ring was Tyler’s candlelight tribute for me, and the ruby pendant—look, I’m wearing it right now! Who cares if my name isn’t printed on some list?”

She added, “Some things are obvious. You don’t need a list to prove them.”

The caretaker opened her mouth to say something else—she wanted to point out that Tyler was still married, so technically it wasn’t Vivienne’s money—but she thought better of it. One more word and she’d just get scolded again.