Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 374

Vivienne figured there was no real need to meet Emy again—at this point, it was all just for show. In fact, she didn’t even need to bother with Emy at all.

Now that Emy’s name was on the list, if Donovan Entertainment or Emy tried to stir up trouble, she could simply claim that the up-and-coming actress was just trying to ride her coattails for attention.

And as a bonus, she could use this to throw Emilia under the bus as well.

She’d just say it was some devious scheme cooked up by Emilia and Christian.

Ideally, they’d just take the hush money and keep quiet. If not, she wasn’t afraid of a lawsuit months or years down the line.

By then, she’d already be Mrs. Erickson.

The more Vivienne thought about it, the more flawless her plan seemed.

Everything was perfectly under control.

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At the hospital, once Emilia finished her rounds, she went to double-check the copyright paperwork for the song.

She still felt a little dazed.

What was Vivienne even thinking?

It was an open-and-shut case if someone wanted to press charges.

Sure, it wasn’t some massive, industrial-scale copyright theft, and Vivienne could certainly afford top lawyers to try to limit the damage to an injunction, compensation, and a public apology.

But Vivienne’s reputation would be in tatters.

Did Vivienne really believe she was running out of time, so she wanted to do whatever it took to win and marry Tyler? Was she just trying to beat the clock?

Emilia still couldn’t wrap her head around it.

But she was certain Vivienne had made the wrong move.

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Meanwhile, Tyler was growing increasingly frustrated after failing to talk sense into Vivienne. He drove back alone, his mood dark.

As he passed the psychiatric clinic they’d visited not long ago, he suddenly remembered—the doctor had said they’d mail some documents to his apartment.

But nothing had shown up that morning.

Had something gone wrong?

On impulse, he pulled over.

Tyler frowned slightly.

He approached and said, “Excuse me, I need to check on a mailed document.”

The young man finally looked up, bleary-eyed, rubbing at his face. “What’s this about?”

“I haven’t received a document I was supposed to get. I want to check the status,” Tyler replied.

“Oh,” the guy muttered, rubbing his head before grabbing his glasses and logging into the tracking system. “Name?”

“Vivienne,” Tyler said automatically, assuming he meant the patient’s name.

As the young man typed in the recipient’s name, Sophia walked in.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

The young man straightened up at once. “Family member’s here to check on a document that was supposed to be mailed.”

Sophia already knew about the mailing issue from her chat at the front desk.

She recalled overhearing Vivienne returning to speak with the doctor after their last appointment—she hadn’t caught all the details, but she was pretty sure Vivienne had changed the mailing address.