Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 328

Everyone in the conference room looked around at each other, eyes darting with uncertainty.

Then, inevitably, the whispers began—

“Who is this guy, anyway? He acts like he owns the place.”

“I heard he’s the big shot from Cerulion—the head of that massive overseas consortium. When The Erickson Group was restructuring, they first had to break through all those tech barriers, right? Mr. Erickson and his wife—well, Emilia—flew out to Cerulion to negotiate. Their first deal? Was with this guy’s company. That contract was the launchpad for the Group’s real transformation.”

“So, it’s *that* family? Word is, their influence abroad is huge.”

“Exactly. Landing their contract opened the doors to a ton of other partnerships. Everything was easier after that.”

“Makes sense now…”

The room buzzed with speculation, but the man at the center of it all simply fixed his gaze on Tyler, eyes cold and sharp—a look honed by surviving real battles, not just boardroom spats.

Cerulion wasn’t like here; over there, guns weren’t outlawed. Rising to the top of a conglomerate meant clawing your way up through blood and grit.

“Aren’t you going to offer me a seat?” The man’s tone was half-amused, half-threatening. “When you and Nia visited Cerulion, I made sure you were properly taken care of.”

He put extra emphasis on “offer” and “properly taken care of.”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he met the man’s stare head-on.

It was as if something electric passed between them—an invisible clash of wills, tense and inescapable.

The odd energy in the room only thickened.

More whispers rippled through the crowd.

“What’s going on? What did he mean by that? Wasn’t the contract above board?”

“Of course it was. Back then, The Erickson Group couldn’t compete with his consortium. Without his sign-off, nothing would have happened. Still…I heard there was something strange about it all.”

“What kind of strange?”

“No one really knows. Just that after the contract was signed and they came home, Emilia was bedridden for over a month.”

“What? Seriously?”

But Tyler shot her a warning look that stopped her in her tracks.

“Not willing to show some respect?” The man caught Tyler’s move. His smile was sharp, dangerous. “Don’t want to reach Nia?”

He pulled out his phone.

“No worries. I’ll make the call myself.”

He glanced at Chloe, still smiling. “Thanks for the wine you sent Nia, by the way. I loved that vintage. I was just about to ask her opinion on it.”

Despite his pleasant tone, Chloe felt a cold shiver crawl up her spine, like a venomous snake had just fixed its gaze on her.

But the moment passed quickly. The man was already dialing.

Or he would have, if another hand hadn’t closed firmly over his.

He looked up and met Tyler’s jet-black eyes.

“Trying to stop me?” The man sneered, sliding his hand into his pocket.