Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 92

Emilia drew a deep breath and lifted her gaze to the starry sky above.

It was true—she had finally let go.

With a gentle exhale, a sense of calm settled over her.

She lowered her eyes and turned back to Tyler, the corners of her lips curving into a polite smile. "Sorry, Mr. Erickson. I've said too much for how little we know each other."

She finished the last of her wine and set down her glass. "Break's almost over. I'd better head back."

With that, Emilia walked past Tyler, her heels clicking softly as she made her way toward the stairwell.

"Don't bother following me." Tyler's voice called out just as she was about to disappear down the hall.

How many times now had he pleaded for Vivienne right in front of her, fighting for Vivienne's interests without a second thought?

For Vivienne, he truly would do anything.

Emilia didn't pause, nor did she look back. She simply walked straight into the hallway, leaving Tyler alone to watch her retreating figure.

A cool evening breeze swept through, and a moment later, Tyler's silhouette vanished at the end of the corridor.

From the nearby garden, the lively hum of conversation drifted over on the wind.

"…I'll put five million on 888 to win!"

"Whoa, you're really going all in, huh?"

"Come on, do you even know who holds the 888 ticket? If he sets his sights on something, he always gets it."

"True, which kind of takes the suspense out of it."

"Nah, it makes things interesting. Let's switch it up—bet on how many times 823 dares to go up against Tyler if he steps in."

"Oh, I like that one! My money's on zero!"

"I'll say once!"

…

"Any more takers?"

"Honestly, aside from maybe clenching his teeth and going for it one extra time, I can't see anyone pushing their luck further."

Everyone burst out laughing, not taking the debate too seriously.

Meanwhile, Vivienne was quietly messaging someone from an anonymous account.

Vi: So what's Alexander's deal with Serena now? I heard she had a chat with the old man and came out looking totally unfazed. Are you losing your edge?

It wasn't the one she usually used when messaging him. Must be a burner account.

And yet, that profile image—he couldn't shake the feeling he'd seen it somewhere before.

Upstairs, tucked in a shadowy VIP box, George was grinning from ear to ear, humming away to himself.

Across from him, a strikingly beautiful woman finally lost patience and landed a solid kick right in George's face.

"Ow! Sis, what was that for?!"

George clutched his cheek and yelped.

Her only response was another swift kick.

Terrified, George scrambled away, muttering under his breath as he hid in the corner.

She shot him a withering look and went back to sipping her tea.

George could only sulk in silence, feeling wronged. The Glenn family—one of the city's three powerhouses—had always been the picture of harmony.

They weren't like the Ericksons, where Tyler's sheer talent single-handedly propped up the entire family conglomerate, nor like the Donovans, whose three sons were locked in a ruthless battle for supremacy. No, the Glenn siblings actually got along.

Their responsibilities had already been divided: the eldest, by far the most capable, managed the company, but both George and his sister were trusted and involved in major decisions.