Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 335

Calls from all over the world kept coming in.

The shareholders were also demanding answers.

A throng of reporters had been camped outside The Erickson Building for hours, and the internet was in an uproar.

“Mr. Erickson, everyone’s asking—when is the press conference we promised actually starting? The whole world’s waiting for a statement.”

Secretary Jensen spoke up tentatively, choosing his words with care. Truth be told, if it weren’t absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t have dared open his mouth at all—Tyler’s expression was thunderous.

Tyler closed his eyes, fighting a wave of nausea.

All he could see behind his eyelids was Emilia’s cold, unyielding gaze. The image of her and Raymond, so perfectly in sync, flashed through his mind again and again.

A bitter, jealous anger burned inside him.

He clenched his right hand into a fist.

“Mr. Erickson?” Secretary Jensen prompted again, even more cautiously.

“Half an hour from now,” Tyler said, voice clipped. “In Conference Room Three.”

Secretary Jensen finally let out a breath he’d been holding. “Understood.”

—

Within minutes, the internet exploded with the latest breaking news:

#Tyler Erickson to hold press conference on divorce in thirty minutes#

It was an instant sensation. Whether people were there for the juicy details of the divorce or anxiously watching the economic implications, everyone was tuning in.

All eyes were on him.

People like Raymond, who were closely following every development, had already opened the livestream, waiting for the show to begin.

Time slipped by.

Now, in the background, the TV was showing Tyler’s live press conference.

Tyler’s voice was crisp and unwavering: “Emilia and I are indeed divorced. We signed a prenuptial agreement before marriage, so there won’t be any outrageous settlements or drama.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, “While we’re legally divorced, the asset division is still being processed. We’ll release further updates as things progress.”

“As for business collaborations, The Erickson Group will arrange for the appropriate personnel to handle the transitions. There’s no need for panic.”

Tyler went on, answering question after question as the flashes continued to strobe.

At last, it was time for the reporters’ questions.

The first one shot to his feet: “Mr. Erickson, can you tell us the reason behind your divorce from Emilia? Our research shows that the timeline of your first filing is suspiciously close to your repeated public appearances with Vivienne—was she a factor?”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Before he could respond, another reporter stood up and fired off, “Mr. Erickson, what exactly did Emilia walk away with in the divorce? You mentioned that the process is ongoing—what does that mean, exactly? Shouldn’t all this have been settled already in your prenup?”