The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

“The bitch needs to pay for what she did, Connor insisted, stepping forward to block my path. “Look what she did to my face!”

Devon moved slightly, placing himself more firmly between Connor and me. His voice dropped to a whisper, so quiet I barely heard it. “Grandfather warned you. One more scandal and your shares in Kane Technology are gone.” The threat hung in the air between them. “Think carefully about your next move,

Connor.

Connor’s face contorted with rage, but he stepped back, recognizing the real power dynamic between them. “Devon, you know she’s just using you. They

always do.”

“Leave. Now.” Devon’s command was absolute, the authority in his voice unmistakable.

I hesitated, looking at Devon. His expression revealed nothing, but something flickered in his eyes when he glanced at me–concern, perhaps? Or just

calculation? I couldn’t tell, and that uncertainty made my stomach twist. Finally, I moved toward the elevator where Marcus now waited, his professional

demeanor firmly in place despite the obvious tension.

“Are you alright, Ms. Harper?” Marcus asked as we descended. His voice was kind but detached. “Connor has always been… difficult. Don’t take it personally.

This isn’t the first time he’s caused trouble.”

“I’m fine, I lied, buttoning what remained of my torn blouse with trembling fingers. So the Kane family had its own dysfunction. The revelation shouldn’t

have surprised me, yet somehow it did. I wondered what other secrets lurked behind Devon’s controlled exterior.

When I reached my office at Stellar Impressions in Brooklyn, I froze in the doorway. The entire space had been ransacked–shattered glass everywhere,

design mockups torn to pieces, computers smashed, and vulgar words spray–painted on the walls. The creative space I’d built from nothing, that represented all my hard work and independence, reduced to rubble.

White–hot fury surged through me, replacing the lingering fear from my encounter with Connor. This was personal. This was deliberate.

Sophia rushed to my side, her face pale with shock. “They came at 4 AM. Three masked men.” She pulled up security footage on her tablet, hands shaking

slightly. “Look at how the leader moves, that swagger…

I recognized it immediately, my jaw clenching. “The same men from my Hamptons beach house.” My stomach tightened with rage. “He really came to collect

that debt.”

“That’s not all,” Sophia said quietly, her voice dropping further. “The Bergmann account canceled their contract this morning. Three million dollars, gone.”

She swallowed hard. “They said they’re ‘concerned about associating with our brand image right now.” T Their exact words.”

“Victoria,” I whispered, the name tasting bitter on my tongue. I could see the pieces connecting–the beach house, the forged debt, now this. “She’s behind

this, just like the beach house incident.”

I surveyed the destruction, my anger crystallizing into cold determination. The computers could be replaced, the glass repaired, the walls repainted. But the

message was clear–this wasn’t just about intimidation anymore. This was full–scale warfare against everything I’d built, everything I was.

I stepped carefully through the wreckage, picking up a torn design board–hours of work destroyed in seconds. Start documenting everything for insurance,”

I told Sophia, my voice steadier than I expected. “And call our lawyer. This goes beyond harassment.”

The tension in the Harper family mansion was suffocating as I confronted Victoria. William was away on business, and Elsa had informed me in hushed

tones that Victoria had been making calls all morning, looking unusually pleased with herself.

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“Ah, Aria, you’re finally home, Victoria said with faux warmth when she saw me. Her smile never reached her eyes, which remained cold and calculating.

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Without preamble, I pulled out the forged $2,000,000 debt note Rex had shown me at the beach house–now supposedly $3,000,000 with interest. I slapped

it onto the marble counter between us.

“Care to explain this?” I asked, my voice steady despite the rage bubbling beneath my surface.

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