Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 272

When they left, the street outside Prism Ivy House was packed. The crowd was so dense, not even a drop of water could have squeezed through. Cameras flashed everywhere; everyone wanted a photo.

Emilia and her friends struggled to push their way through, nearly getting swept off their feet by the surging crowd.

On the other side, Tyler had just come out of the private lounge. Now they stood separated by a mass of people.

“Jesus, what’s with all these people?” Christian shouted, fumbling for his phone, ready to call in reinforcements.

But before he could dial, a team of security guards hurried over, forming a barrier between Emilia’s group and the paparazzi, as well as the gawkers blocking their way.

Christian blinked in surprise. He hadn’t even made the call yet—where had these bodyguards come from?

The head of security approached Emilia. “Miss Dennis, Mr. Donovan—Mr. Glenn sent us to escort you home.” He nodded politely to Joyce and the others. “The rest of you as well.”

“Which Mr. Glenn?” Christian asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

“The eldest,” the guard replied. “He said, as a partner of Donovan Entertainment, he happened to see what was going on and thought he’d lend a hand.”

Christian nodded in understanding. “Thank him for us, will you?”

He turned to Emilia. “Come on, let’s go.”

The security chief smiled at her, too.

Emilia looked away and said nothing, quietly following Christian toward the waiting car the security team had arranged.

Just as she was about to get in, a voice rang out from the crowd.

“Emilia!” It was Owen.

She glanced over and saw him looking pale and anxious. Standing beside him was Tyler, whose expression was downright grim. His eyes bore into her, as if he were willing her to say something.

Emilia lowered her gaze, turned away, and climbed into the car.

There was nothing left to say between her and Tyler.

“Tyler, let’s just—Tyler!” He tried to lead Tyler back inside Prism Ivy House, but Tyler stumbled, nearly collapsing.

Owen caught him, alarmed by how hot Tyler’s skin felt. “Tyler, you have a fever!” He pressed a hand to Tyler’s forehead in shock.

Tyler didn’t respond, his eyes still fixed on the empty street where Emilia’s car had disappeared.

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Inside Emilia’s car, everything had been thoughtfully prepared—hangover pills, snacks, even spare clothes in case someone got sick. Nothing had been overlooked.

Seated in the back, Joyce munched on a bag of chips. “Christian, your business partners are pretty impressive—sending a car and security as soon as they heard we were stuck. And look at all this stuff!”

Christian frowned, still puzzled. Was he really that close with Theodore Glenn?

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Theodore Glenn’s a bit of an enigma. He wasn’t even around the country until a couple years ago. Maybe he’s just really invested in the next phase of Voice of the Divine.”

Emilia said nothing. She’d already turned down Theodore Glenn once, but this time, The Glenn Group had stepped in as a business partner, not for her personally. Everything was handled by the book, leaving her no grounds to refuse their help.