The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Aria’s POV

I chose a corner table and sat down, my gaze fixed on the adjacent dining area where Sophia and Owen

were engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation.

I slipped my sunglasses on as a flimsy disguise. I pretended to study the menu while watching their

interaction.

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Owen looked every bit the successful Princeton graduate in his tailored charcoal suit, his dark blond hair

styled in that deliberately casual way that probably cost more than most people’s haircuts. Seeing him

sitting there, looking so polished and put–together, made anger bubble up inside me.

“Look at you,” I thought bitterly. “The picture–perfect Princeton graduate on the outside, but really just a

family puppet who abandoned his girlfriend without a word.”

I couldn’t hear their conversation over the ambient noise of Le Bernardin’s dining room, but Sophia’s body

language told me everything. Her shoulders were tense, her fingers clutching her wine glass too tightly.

She was maintaining her composure, but I could see the slight tremor in her hand when she reached for

her water.

Their conversation grew more animated. I tilted my head slightly, trying to catch fragments.

“That invitation about the engagement wasn’t from me Owen was saying, leaning forward. “Chloe used my

account without telling me.”

Sophia’s laugh was brittle. “Two years, Owen. You disappear for two years, and you think ‘it wasn’t me who

posted it‘ fixes everything?”

I noticed the wetness at the corners of her eyes and felt a pang in my chest. Despite her brave front, my

friend clearly hadn’t fully moved on.

Owen ran a hand through his hair. “My family made it clear they wouldn’t accept someone of… your

background. I should have stood up to them, but I was weak. I’ve missed you every day since.”

Sophia stood up, smoothing her dress. “I hope you’ll be very happy in your new marriage. I’m not that

naive Princeton girl waiting for you anymore.”

As she turned to leave, a flash of blonde hair caught my attention. A petite woman in a cream designer

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dress was storming toward their table, her face contortel with rage. I recognized at a glance that she was

Chloe Parker, Owen’s fiancee.

“So this is your ‘important business meeting‘ on a Wednesday afternoon?” Chloe’s voice sliced through the restaurant’s quiet atmosphere. Without warning, she grabbed a glass of red wine from a passing server’s tray and threw it at Sophia. “You thief, trying to steal my fiancé?”

Sophia gasped as the red liquid splashed across her cream silk blouse and skirt. The other diners turned to

stare.

Owen shot to his feet, his face pale. “Have you lost your mind?” he hissed, grabbing Chloe’s arm. “This is a

public place!”

“You’re meeting your ex–girlfriend behind my back and expect me to be gracious?” she shrieked.

I stood up, grabbing my champagne flute. This had gone far enough.

“Speaking of ‘gracious,” I’said, approaching Chloe, “that doesn’t seem to be your strong suit.”

I tipped my champagne directly onto her Valentino dress – I recognized the latest collection’s distinctive pattern. The bubbly liquid soaked into the expensive fabric, creating an expanding stain across her chest.

Chloe whirled toward me, mouth open to unleash what would undoubtedly be a stream of obscenities,

when recognition flickered across her face. “You’re… Devon Kane’s…”

Her voice trailed off, fear replacing anger in her eyes. Being associated with Devon apparently carried significant weight, even with someone as entitled as Chloe Parker.

“Now you recognize me,” I said coldly. “How about an apology to my friend?”

Chloe’s jaw clenched, but she remained silent, obviously calculating the social consequences of confronting

1. me.

“Let’s go,” I said to Sophia, taking her arm. “Some peop clearly never learned basic manners.”

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