Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 474

Most of tomorrow’s showings were scheduled during the day—except for Alden City, where the theater had opened up a midnight premiere.

Technically, it was billed as a midnight show, but the actual start time was 12:05 a.m.

Hoping to drum up publicity for *Vivi’s Whispers*, Vivienne had announced a livestream at 8 p.m. tonight.

Both online and offline events were in play; the in-person gathering was set right outside Alden City’s largest movie theater.

No sooner had Vivienne’s announcement gone live than Donovan Entertainment released an official statement.

The message was blunt: Vivienne’s team was to immediately cease all infringing activity. If she insisted on going forward with the 8 p.m. stream, Donovan Entertainment would refuse any further negotiations.

Given Donovan Entertainment represented a slew of celebrities, their official account had amassed a huge following—fans who instantly ignited a storm of discussion.

“What’s going on? How is Vivienne infringing anything?”

“Yeah, *Vivi’s Whispers* is about to premiere. Why stir up trouble now?”

Jack’s team jumped in to steer the conversation.

“Emilia is signed with Christian’s company, right? Weren’t they rivals? Emilia doesn’t want Vivienne’s premiere to go smoothly—she’s sabotaging her on purpose to tank *Vivi’s Whispers* at the box office!”

Speculation snowballed in the comments.

Jack, watching the chaos, gave new orders.

Suddenly, a top comment appeared:

“I saw Vivienne livestream from Hillside Manor during that emergency, and I thought she was out of line—but now, Emilia looks even worse. At least Vivienne apologized and even ended her luxury mansion series as a statement. Emilia and Christian are teaming up to smear Vivienne. This is just malicious competition. Disgusting!”

The narrative had been twisted: what started as an accusation of copyright infringement was now being recast as dirty rivalry. The real issue was smothered in the uproar.

Online, the debate was raging.

Meanwhile, Emilia and her team were gathered in Donovan Entertainment’s office.

It was early evening. The sun was bleeding red across the horizon. Emilia glanced at the clock—it was 6:30 p.m.

“The other side’s jumping in, trying to hijack the narrative,” Seven said, orchestrating the team from his laptop.

Seated at the long conference table, Emilia watched the data and trending topics projected on the screen—face calm, eyes sharp.

“Guide the public. Main message: There have been too many twists in this story. Wait for Donovan Entertainment to drop the facts at 8 p.m.,” Emilia instructed.

“Got it!”

Seven got to work.

Emilia listened to the clatter of keyboards, then lifted her gaze to the sky outside the window.

Elsewhere, Vivienne was flipping through a bridal catalog while chatting with Jack.

“They’re already making moves,” Jack reported.

Vivienne just smiled, unfazed, and turned a page.

It was strange—almost as if she’d hit the wrong keys.

Emilia: ,.

A comma. Then a period.

The cryptic post instantly became the talk of the web.

What did she mean? Why post this now?

Within minutes, the hashtag #Emilia,.# was trending.

In a flash, everyone who mattered had seen it.

People were baffled. Vivienne just scoffed, saying, “Perfect. This’ll only hype up *Vivi’s Whispers* even more—she’s doing me a favor.”

Back at Donovan Entertainment, Emilia watched the avalanche of comments scroll by, her face still calm.

The comma meant this was Vivienne’s last chance to minimize her losses.

The period signaled that it was almost over.

If she was going to strike back, she wanted as many eyes on them as possible.

When she’d once competed anonymously as “Serena” on *Voice of the Divine*, her identity had to stay secret to avoid complications around her divorce. She’d wanted no one to connect Emy to her real self.

But when Vivienne insisted on pushing forward with her micro-drama, Emilia had simply waited. Now, with the premiere upon them, it was time to take them all to court—together.