Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Sending a Message

Skyler encrypted the email with a password hint-“Mommy’s birthday“.

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It was his little act of payback for all those years his dad had been absent. If the man couldn’t even remember something as simple as his own wife’s birthday, then maybe he didn’t deserve to be remembered either.

The plan felt airtight–satisfyingly clever.

After checking it over several times, Skyler hit Send with a decisive click.

He’d snagged the recipient’s email address during his last visit to Moore Group, quietly pulling it from the computer in the executive office. Once the “Sent” confirmation popped up, his small heart began to flutter with nerves.

Next, he pulled up a browser and spent some time reading up on his father–almost as if to reassure himself that this bold move to reclaim his dad was truly worth it.

A while later, he closed the laptop, looking pleased, and hopped down from the chair.

Xavier Moore. Now that was a name that carried weight.

Moore Group. A company with real vision.

And his photo–just as handsome as Skyler himself, if he did say so.

Jason was definitely going to be blown away when he found out he had the coolest big brother in the world.

Skyler was just stepping cheerfully out of the library when an image of Jason’s downcast little face flashed in his mind, slowing his steps.

“Ding-”

At the same moment, an email notification chimed softly from Xavier’s computer.

A moment later, a slender hand moved the mouse and opened the message. The instant she saw the password hint, Amelia’s brow furrowed.

Without hesitating, she forwarded the email to herself and meticulously cleared any trace of it from Xavier’s inbox.

Then, she pulled up the latest financial report from the computer, printed it, and carried the

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fresh stack of papers into the meeting room.

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Xavier was deep in another strategy session. Amelia quietly placed the report beside his hand and slipped back out.

Back at her desk, she immediately opened her own computer and pulled up the forwarded

email.

The subject line was blank, but the body contained a single clue: Mommy’s birthday.

Mommy? How old could someone using that word be?

Amelia’s sharp eyes flicked toward Isabella’s office. The transparent–walled space stood empty for now.

Isabella had already made her way to the lounge area on another floor.

Despite her recent promotion to Vice President, Xavier hadn’t assigned her any specific duties. During meetings, he left it up to her whether to attend a gesture that felt more like formality than genuine inclusion.

Naturally, she chose not to go. She had little interest in getting tangled in Moore Group’s affairs these days.

But Xavier had positioned her office directly across from the executive suite, behind transparent glass that offered zero privacy. Isabella couldn’t even focus on her own work without feeling watched.

As it happened, Sander had just updated her–through Barry–on the latest developments regarding the Whitman family’s situation, so she decided to handle the matter somewhere less exposed.

What Isabella hadn’t anticipated was how quickly news traveled among the employees. Everywhere she went, even maintenance staff would pause, smile warmly, and greet her with, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Moore!”

Younger associates who wouldn’t dare approach her still offered respectful nods as she passed.

Had they posted my picture on the company intranet or something?

She sighed inwardly, not realizing how close she was to the truth.

After the incident that morning, Xavier had instructed Jacob to distribute Isabella’s photo across all internal communication channels.

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He wouldn’t tolerate anyone in the company showing his wife even the slightest disrespect.

Barry had forwarded the documents from Sander detailing Whitman Properties‘ current struggles. Unsurprisingly, Moore Group had already begun tightening the screws.

Every major client of Whitman Properties had breached contract that very morning–a predictable outcome, really.

Most of their clients overlapped with Moore Group’s portfolio. Though Whitman Properties had regained some standing in recent years, openly opposing Moore Group was commercial suicide.

Moore Group’s foothold in the business landscape was unshakable. Many would rather walk away from a deal than risk getting on their bad side.

But the immediate crisis ran deeper. Whitman Properties‘ flagship new project–the one they’d poured resources into and developed in secrecy–had just been halted during the approval phase, with no clear explanation given.

Sander was convinced Moore Group was pulling strings behind the scenes.

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