Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 348

Comment sections across the internet were exploding.

Just yesterday, Tyler had addressed the rumors about him and Vivienne at a press conference. Now, this morning, Vivienne had gone live herself. And on top of that—this outrageous bet.

“Grab your popcorn, people! I swear, I’ve been living in the drama trenches nonstop these past two days. What is actually going on between Vivienne and Tyler?”

“And what about Emilia? The terms said she could win something—does anyone know what that is?”

“Fight, fight, fight! I love this kind of drama. How are they even going to compete? I’m dying to know!”

…

The rumors were spreading like wildfire.

It wasn’t long before Vivienne responded herself.

“The bet is real,” Vivienne said, looking “frail” on camera. “Just like it says—the deadline is three months. Parker promised that if I succeed, he’ll throw a wedding for Tyler and me.”

She managed a broken smile.

Her eyes were red as she added, “I just… I really want a wedding. You could call it my last wish, I guess.”

She kept her head down, her posture collapsed in defeat.

“I mean, I don’t have much time left. Who knows if I’ll even make it to that wedding. And… I’m not even sure if Emilia would be willing to—never mind, I shouldn’t say that.”

“Sorry, I’m not doing so well today. Let’s end here. Oh, and—my short series, Vivi’s Whispers, is still going through release approval, so it’ll be a while before you can see it. But I hope you’ll look forward to it.”

With that, she ended the stream, pale and spent.

Inside a plush toy boutique, Theodore slipped his phone back in his pocket while Tyler stood nearby, jaw clenched.

Without saying another word, Tyler turned and walked out.

Theodore watched him leave, hugging the floppy-eared stuffed dog he’d just bought, his lips curling into a slight, knowing smile.

Meanwhile, Vivienne had already told Jack to start ramping up the publicity.

Now, social media was a tidal wave of sympathy—almost everyone was on Vivienne’s side.

The three of them sat around a table, glancing awkwardly at each other.

“So… should I just pretend to lose?” Seven ventured.

He’d just learned that Faint Whispers, that hit song, had actually been written by Emilia.

When Vivienne bought the rights, she’d only acquired the transferable economic and neighboring rights. Emilia still retained her moral rights as the songwriter.

But Vivienne had ignored all that—she listed herself as the sole lyricist, composer, and performer, and loudly promoted the song as her own original work.

Even after Donovan Entertainment sent her a legal warning, Vivienne kept right on infringing, going so far as to base her new short series on the song.

“It’s obvious Vivienne wants to win the bet with Vivi’s Whispers,” Christian said, arms crossed. “But is she really going to be stupid enough to ignore the songwriting credits again?”

Emilia stared at the smooth wood of the table, tapping her fingers thoughtfully.

“I don’t know about Vivienne,” she said at last. “But Tyler will take care of it.”