Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 350

Back then, Vivienne had stood before a crowd, passionately claiming that her song "Faint Whispers" was born from a near-death experience—a love letter to Tyler straight from her soul.

"Faint Whispers" was set to go head-to-head with "Yesterday Once More," Serena’s latest track—Serena, who happened to be Emilia’s stage name.

The media frenzy would be enormous.

Vivienne could fan the flames, spinning her story to tie herself to Emilia for publicity, baiting public sympathy for herself while dragging Emilia down—a perfect recipe for skyrocketing sales.

Plus, this was a song she’d created on her own. The public would be more likely to accept her authorship, and unlike her other projects, there’d be no whispers that she’d leaned entirely on Tyler’s influence. She was determined to market herself as an independent woman, and this was her chance to undermine Emilia while she was at it.

No other song, no other project, could deliver this kind of advantage.

There was no way she’d let this opportunity slip by.

“Tyler, I know Christian will take Emilia’s side,” Vivienne said, “but in the end, it comes down to Emy’s decision. All we have to do is convince her.”

As for Emy…

Vivienne smirked, dismissive. Just another woman who liked to put on a show.

She always claimed she’d never sell out. But once the price was right, didn’t she always cave in the end?

That was one of the reasons Vivienne had never been truly afraid of her.

Take this situation for example—Donovan Entertainment claimed Emy wrote the song; Emy denied it, saying it was Vivienne’s work; Vivienne, in turn, would insist this was all just a lie Christian had cooked up to help Emilia.

Who would the public believe?

Sure, artists signed contracts with their agencies, and a lot could be done through legal representation. But what if the artist herself adamantly refused to cooperate?

Things could drag on for years in a tangle of lawsuits.

But Emy was someone who’d do anything for money. As long as they offered enough, she’d play along.

Even if Donovan Entertainment eventually decided to sue her and things did get messy, by then Vivienne would be Mrs. Erickson. None of it would matter to her anymore.

Of course, she didn’t say any of this out loud. Instead, she blinked away fake tears and said, “Tyler, I know it was wrong to take the credit. I lost my head, but can’t you give me another chance? Let me talk to Emy, make things right.”

“If we can work things out with her, no one gets hurt. If we still can’t reach an agreement, then we’ll walk away.”

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