Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 419

But he refused to admit it. Instead, he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn as he lashed out at her: "What’s the point in saying all this? And you? What can you even do now?"

"You know perfectly well that even if I blew your brains out right here, that contract still wouldn’t get signed. Doesn’t that make you just as powerless?"

He let out a harsh, mocking laugh and stared her down. "You’re just afraid to die, aren’t you? Go on, beg me, Emilia. Beg for your miserable little life, so you and Tyler can slink back home with your tails between your legs!"

But she didn’t beg.

She didn’t even try to argue.

She accepted it—calmly, naturally.

"Yes. I am powerless," she said. "And because I’ve felt that powerlessness myself, I know exactly how you feel right now."

"Completely. I understand."

Her eyes were slightly red, but she was smiling as she looked at him.

Just a single look, yet he knew, with absolute certainty, that she truly understood.

In all his years, he’d never felt anything like this before.

It was as if something inside him shattered, right in the moment she saw through him.

"But Raymond, I’m luckier than you," she said quietly. "I have someone who loves me with everything he has."

"Him?" Raymond scoffed, meaning Tyler.

"Yes." Her answer was steady, unwavering—in her voice, her eyes, her heart.

"He saved my life," she said. "When I was hanging by a thread, he pulled me back. When I was a coward, he gave me strength."

"And you know, the most beautiful thing he ever said to me wasn’t ‘I love you.’ It was: 'You’re part of my future.'"

"Raymond, if you put a gun to his head right now and asked him if he’d die for me, I know—without the slightest doubt—he’d say yes, without hesitation."

"You can."

"As long as you’re ruthless enough with yourself."

She showed him exactly what that meant.

The pool, in the chill of late autumn, was bone-numbingly cold. It wouldn’t take long to lose all warmth, to freeze to death. Even if she survived, she’d be dangerously ill.

But that wasn’t all. As she shivered, her lips turning blue and her face twisted in pain, suddenly, blood began to bloom in the water around her.

For a moment, he couldn’t understand where the blood was coming from.

There were no wounds, no one had fired a shot.

Maybe the ice had scraped her skin?

But she seemed as startled as he was by the blood—until, in the next instant, realization dawned in her eyes.