Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 332

Emilia lowered her eyes, lashes hiding whatever she might be thinking.

Forget it.

He had fallen in love with someone else long ago—what difference did it make if she learned the truth now?

Did she really expect him to feel guilty toward her?

If guilt was enough to make him return what belonged to her, he wouldn’t have kept stalling once he found out the truth about the tanzanite ring.

Telling him would only give him another weapon to hurt her.

There was no point in lingering. She had too much on her plate—her wager with Vivienne, Bella’s surgery coming up in just a few days. Those were the things she needed to worry about.

She was done wasting a single thought on Tyler.

Emilia pulled her gaze away and strode for the door. Tyler frowned and started after her.

She let out a cold laugh, turning to Raymond, who stood nearby. “Didn’t you say you wanted to help me?” she said, voice crisp. “Then do me a favor—keep him here.”

Raymond blinked in surprise, then offered a half-smile and a short bow. “As you wish.”

Without another word, he turned and swung, landing a solid punch straight to Tyler’s jaw.

Tyler never saw it coming. He stumbled back, crashing into a coffee table and sending glass and porcelain shattering to the floor with a deafening clatter.

The office door burst open.

“Mr. Erickson!”

“Tyler!”

Secretary Jensen and Chloe rushed in, only to find Tyler sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from his lip, while Raymond nonchalantly massaged his knuckles, smiling at Emilia.

Secretary Jensen hurried to help Tyler up.

Chloe shot Emilia a furious glare. “What the hell are you doing?”

Emilia only shrugged, her smile careless. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“So, Chloe,” Emilia said, her voice measured and deliberate, “if you’re angry, take it up with the right person. I’m not here to be your punching bag.”

Chloe’s face went red with rage. She opened her mouth to retort, but Emilia shut her down with a single sentence.

“Understood?” Emilia’s voice was quiet, but it carried a razor-sharp warning.

She looked calm enough, but her eyes were cold as ice.

Chloe felt her heart skip a beat.

For a split second, she was certain that if she pushed Emilia any further, Emilia wouldn’t hesitate to destroy her—no matter what it took.

There was no logical reason for it, but Chloe believed it all the same.

In that moment of stunned silence, Emilia broke eye contact and glanced at Tyler, who was dabbing at the blood from Raymond’s punch. She didn’t bother saying a word to him; instead, she turned and walked out of the office with long, determined strides.

Tyler made a move to follow, but Raymond stepped in front of him, rolling his right hand and giving a friendly—almost taunting—smile.