Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 257

Ella Glenn was a formidable woman in her own right, and the Glenn family—renowned in Alden City for their luxury goods and precious stones businesses—was not to be taken lightly. The title “Ms. Glenn of Alden City” meant real power, not just a name.

Anyone who could command the respect and loyalty of both George and Ella Glenn was certainly no lightweight.

Normally, if anything came up within the Glenn family, George or Ella would handle it with ease. But as for the eldest son, Theodore Glenn—he was a mystery.

People only knew a handful of things: he was twenty-nine, had spent several years abroad, and had only recently returned to take the helm of the Glenn Group.

As these thoughts circled in her mind, Emilia decided she had better do some digging before anything else. She offered, “Maybe another day?”

Theodore’s smile didn’t waver. “Can’t you spare me just a little of your time?”

He paused, then added, “Emilia—or should I say, Serena?”

The smile on Emilia’s lips froze for a split second, but she smoothed it away almost instantly.

“You must have me confused with someone else, Theodore.” She laughed lightly. “I’ve heard of Serena, though. Isn’t she that up-and-coming singer everyone’s talking about?”

Theodore shook his head—still smiling. “I’m not mistaken.”

“After I went with George to see you perform live, I knew exactly who you were.”

He poured a little tea, then continued, “It took some effort, but I did my homework. I went to your third live show as well, just to be sure.”

“Is that enough proof for you?”

He watched her, still the picture of composure and warmth.

Emilia, however, was hardly at ease. To be so precise, he must be absolutely certain of her identity.

She realized there was no dodging this conversation tonight.

She nodded, “All right.”

“I’ve reserved a tea room,” Theodore said.

Emilia nodded again and climbed out of the car, trailing after Theodore to a secluded, tastefully decorated tea house nearby.

“Good morning, sir.”

“I was at that charity auction too,” Theodore went on, his tone casual. “I saw Serena that night—your bidding strategy, the psychological game you played... It was flawless. That’s when I first became curious.”

“But I heard Serena was Christian’s woman, so I let it go—until George dragged me to see you perform live.”

“That’s when I realized something was off. Then, as I just told you, I started piecing things together until I was certain.”

So, it all went back to that auction.

Emilia lowered her gaze, watching the way Theodore’s hands moved as he poured tea.

“So tell me, what’s this really about?” she asked quietly.

“Call me Ian.”

He smiled again, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “First, let me congratulate you on your divorce.”

He lifted his cup, offering it to her. “And then—how about marrying me?”