Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 377

Tyler hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but when he overheard those words, he paused in spite of himself.

Slashed wrists? Faked medical records?

He suddenly recalled the mix-up with that mailing address.

Could they be talking about Vivienne?

Was it possible that Vivienne had changed the address herself, trying to keep him from seeing the report first?

Masking his suspicions, Tyler quietly slipped away and called Secretary Jensen.

The call connected almost immediately.

“Mr. Erickson?”

“Look into Vivienne’s recent contacts,” Tyler said, his voice carefully steady. “And check out the psychiatrist who gave her that diagnosis.”

“Understood.” Secretary Jensen got right to work.

Tyler returned to his car, clutching the report on depression treatment. His brow furrowed as he stared at it.

Was Vivienne faking all this?

He started the engine and drove off.

…

Days blurred by.

That morning, as Tyler was heading to The Erickson Group, a news alert popped up on his phone—

BREAKING: Emilia and Theodore Spotted Getting Cozy

The attached photo showed a man and woman together on a yacht, deep-sea fishing.

But this wasn’t your average fishing trip.

The two of them seemed to be pulling up the same fishing rod, working together to reel in something big. They were close—too close for comfort.

He even roped Joyce into the plan—once she agreed, the whole group came along.

They split into teams and turned it into a friendly competition.

Joyce squealed with excitement every time she caught something, she and Felix making quite the team. But Emilia and Theodore hauled in the biggest catch by far.

By the time they headed back, their basket was overflowing.

The deck was slick with seawater. As Emilia and Theodore made their way back, Emilia’s foot slipped on a wet patch.

“Careful!”

Theodore’s strong hand shot out, gripping her arm. Startled, Emilia instinctively clung to him, making it look as though she had all but fallen into his arms.

That’s when she felt it—a piercing gaze, sharp as a needle, fixed on her back.

She turned, almost against her will.

Tyler was parked at the edge of the dock, watching her from the car, his stare unwavering.