The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

Aria’s POV

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Devon didn’t answer me. Instead, he glanced at his watch for the third time in as many minutes, his jaw tightening with obvious impatience. The private tea room’s serene atmosphere did nothing to calm his

restlessness.

“Sit down, Aria,” he commanded, motioning to the cushion across from him.

I complied, lowering myself onto the plush seating. The tranquility of the tea ceremony he had just performed was rapidly dissipating, replaced by a familiar tension. I still wasn’t sure why he had suddenly brought me to this hidden tea house.

“Is there something specific we’re waiting for?” I ventured, breaking the silence.

Devon’s gray eyes flicked up to meet mine, then darted to the thin wall behind me. “You could say that.”

Before I could press further, voices from the adjacent room filtered through the wall. My blood froze in my veins as I recognized my father’s distinctive tone.

“Mr. Miller, once these 40% of Harper Group shares are transferred, I expect to see the stock price rise,” William Harper’s voice came through clearly.

I went rigid, the color draining from my face. “Forty percent?” I whispered in horror. “That’s not just a stake -that’s practically selling the company!”

Devon’s expression remained impassive as he observed my reaction.

“The transfer will be complete within the hour,” my father continued from next door. “The paperwork is

ready for signatures.”

A sickening realization washed over me. The company my mother had helped build, her lega d been fighting so hard to preserve–my father was selling it off like a used car.

I shot to my feet. “I have to stop him!”

Devon moved with lightning speed, grabbing my wrist as I lunged toward the door. The force of his gi threw me off balance, and I tumbled backward, landing awkwardly in his lap.

“Let me go!” I hissed, tears of fury springing to my eyes as I struggled against his iron hold.

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“Be still,” he ordered, his arm locking around my waist. You can’t stop this.”

“That’s my mother’s legacy!” I whispered fiercely, still fighting against his restraint. “How can you just sit here? You of all people should understand what it means to protect family assets!”

Devon’s grip only tightened. “Trust me, Aria. Not everything is as it appears.”

“Mr. Miller,” my father’s voice came through again, louder this time, “since we’ve agreed on terms, I look forward to seeing Harper Group stock rise in value.”

“Mr. Harper,” came the reply, “with this acquisition, I’m certain great things are ahead for all parties

involved.”

The finality in their tones crushed something inside me. It was done. My father had sold away nearly half of what my mother had worked her entire life to build. Desperation and fury burned through me like

wildfire.

“You could have helped!” I turned on Devon, my voice breaking. “Is this what your assistance looks like, Mr. Kane? When I begged you to help Harper Group, you refused. Now you’re just sitting here, watching it be dismantled? Is this some kind of sick game to you–some way to humiliate me?”

Devon’s face remained expressionless, but something flickered in his steel–gray eyes. His arm remained firmly around me, preventing my escape.

From the next room came the sound of chairs scraping against the floor. “Well, Mr. Harper, if that’s settled, I expect to see Harper Group’s stock price climb significantly,” Miller said.

“Ha! Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Miller,” my father responded jovially. “I appreciate your discretion

in this matter.”

Despair overwhelmed me. In a moment of blind rage, I sank my teeth into Devon’s forearm, biting down hard enough to leave a distinct mark. He didn’t flinch or release me, merely watching with those unfathomable eyes.

The door to our private room swung open. Mr. Miller walked in, then froze at the threshold, his eyes widening at the sight of me in Devon’s lap, teeth still clamped on his arm.

“Mr. Kane,” Miller recovered quickly, extending a folder. The contract has been signed and completed requested.”

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