Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 360

The internet had completely exploded.

Over the past few days, gossip about The Erickson Group, Tyler, Vivienne, and Emilia had been everywhere—already a hot topic, but with the paparazzi fueling the fire, things had reached a fever pitch.

Now, the news rocketed straight to the top of the trending charts.

Glenn Manor.

George Glenn nearly doubled over with laughter when he saw the headlines.

“Beautiful!” he cheered, pulling out his phone to buy more traffic.

“Promote, promote, promote! Let’s blow this up!” He kept tapping like a madman.

He dumped waves of paid traffic onto the paparazzi’s account.

And tips—he showered them with tips.

George rolled around on his living room sofa, laughing so hard that his chubby ragdoll cat turned away, presenting its backside in utter disdain.

Meanwhile, the two paparazzi watched their view counts soar, grinning ear to ear. Advertisers were flooding in, begging for ad placements in their next exclusives.

“There’s more dirt, of course! Even if we run out, I’ve got a whole archive of juicy stuff ready to go.” One of them snickered, already editing their next post.

His junior, amazed by the viral storm, looked on in awe.

“Bro, I didn’t know you had this in you,” he said, thoroughly impressed.

“That’s nothing! You haven’t even seen my best work yet.” The lead paparazzo dove into another round of video edits.

Online, the frenzy only grew, sparking endless debates.

“I heard Theodore’s been obsessed with some mystery woman, but I never thought it was Emilia! And wow, the way he looks at her—so protective!”

“Emilia’s got the luckiest life. Her ex was Tyler, and now she’s with Theodore!”

“She’s living the dream. Honestly, let me step in and get a cameo on this show!”

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Meanwhile, by the coast.

Emilia and Theodore were on their way back, Emilia stopping by the pool next to the restaurant to rinse the sand from her skin.

Emilia just smiled.

“No,” she said. “Not at all.”

She wasn’t cheating. She hadn’t come between anyone’s relationship.

She and Theodore—single man, single woman—had nothing to hide.

When she agreed to Theodore’s invitation, she’d already prepared herself for the attention.

Besides, they were only getting to know each other, not even officially together yet.

And honestly, there was no law that said a divorced woman couldn’t talk to another man.

Thinking that, she glanced up at Theodore, sincerity in her eyes. “Thank you for today. I really had a good time.”

He smiled too, and unlike his usual polite expression, this one carried something deeper—an affection that made his eyes shine.

“I’m glad,” he said. “I just want you to be happy when you’re with me.”