The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 179

The CEO’s Midnight Remedy

Chapter 179

“Who’s Eugene Foster?” I asked, memorizing the name.

Rex shrugged. “Not my department. I just collect.”

After he left, I sat back in my chair, the pieces beginning to fit together. Victoria’s desperation, the forged documents, the threats–they all pointed to

something larger than a simple cash flow problem.

I immediately called Garrett Morgan.

“I need everything you can find on Eugene Foster,” I told him. “And his connection to Victoria Harper. Focus on financial transactions, possible business

partnerships, and any personal relationship.”

“This related to the mother’s death angle?” Garrett asked.

“Possibly. I think Victoria may be involved in something bigger than just financial fraud. The money trail might tell us what.”

“I’ll start digging. Give me a few days.”

As I hung up, a sense of purpose replaced my earlier dejection. Victoria had been playing a long game; it was time I started playing mine.

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Three days later, armed with Garrett’s preliminary findings, I made my decision. If Victoria was desperate enough to forge documents, I needed to be where I

could watch her every move. It was time to move back into the Harper family mansion.

The house looked exactly as I remembered–imposing stone facade, perfectly manicured lawn, an atmosphere of chilled formality. Inside, I found my father

reading The Wall Street Journal in the living room, Victoria pouring him tea.

“Victoria,” I greeted with a practiced smile. “Daddy.”

My father lowered his newspaper, his expression cool. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you,” I said, injecting a playful tone into my voice while my eyes remained calculating. “Can’t a daughter come home to spend time with her

father?”

Victoria’s smile tightened almost imperceptibly as she placed the teacup in front of my father. “Your room is as you left it,” she said smoothly.

My father returned to his newspaper without another word, the dismissal clear. But I’d expected nothing less. This wasn’t about family reconnection; this

was war.

Upstairs, Aisha was dusting my old bedroom. Her face lit up when she saw me.

“Miss Aria! It’s so good to have you back.”

“It’s good to see you too, Aisha.” I closed the door behind me. “How have things been here?*

She glanced nervously at the door before answering. “Not good. Those expensive jewelry pieces and artwork your mother collected–they’ve disappeared. And

Victoria fired Lucy last week, accused her of stealing.“

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I nodded, the pieces falling into place. Victoria wasn’t just using forged documents to access my inheritance; she was liquidating existing assets to cover her

mysterious debts.

“Don’t worry, Aisha. I’m staying for a while.”

That night, lying in my childhood bed, I checked my phone again. Still no response from Devon. Had he tired of me already? Was he busy with new business

ventures, new social obligations? Or was there something more concerning behind his silence?

I calculated that I’d known Devon Kane for only about two or three months, but it felt like years with everything that had happened. The intensity of our

connection–or whatever it was–made his sudden silence all the more jarring.

With a frustrated sigh, I set my phone aside. Devon Kane was a puzzle I couldn’t solve tonight. Victoria Harper, on the other hand, was becoming clearer by

the day.

Later that day, I joined my father and Victoria for dinner. They’d already started eating without me, a small but deliberate slight.

Richard Brown’s mother called today,” Victoria announced, delicately cutting her salmon. “Poor Richard was in a car accident yesterday. Nearly lost use of

his arm. We should visit the Browns as a family.”

My father nodded absently, his attention focused on his plate.

“How unfortunate,” I murmured. What did he expect after groping me? He deserved what he got.

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