The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 339

Aria’s POV

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The digital clock on my computer showed 10:47 PM. Everyone else had gone hom hours ago, leaving the entire floor of Harper Group silent except for my furious typing. The latest social media analysis report showed #HarperScandal‘ and #JusticeForElizabeth‘ trending nationwide, with engagement numbers climbing by the minute.

I canceled tomorrow’s client meetings, redirected our content team to crisis mangement, and drafted three different press releases–each more desperate than the last. My eyes burned from staring at screens all day, but I couldn’t stop f I stopped working, I’d have to think about my father being led away in handcuffs, about the empire crumbling around me, about the mother whose justige had finally arrived at too high a cost.

Through the floor–to–ceiling windows, Manhattan’s skyline formed a cold, glittering backdrop that felt entirely separate from my reality. I was alone on an island of my own making, surrounded by the wreckage of my family name.

My phone vibrated against the desk. Devon’s name appeared on the screen.

“Five minutes. Downstairs,” he said, his voice tight with something I couldn’t identify–concern masked by irritation, perhaps.

‘Devon, I’m still-

“Five minutes, Aria.’ He hung up before I could argue.

I gathered my things slowly, deliberately, something inside me rebelling against s commanding tone. Yet another part–a part I wasn’t ready to acknowledge–felt relieved at the thought of not being alone tonight. After everything that had happened, the idea of his steady presence was oddly comforting.

The elevator descent was interminable. With each floor, I questioned what Devon was doing here, where he had been last night, and why he’d been muttering “the beams…” in his sleep before I left this morning.

When the doors opened to the deserted lobby, I spotted him immediately–tall and imposing, leaning against his black Bentley, a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes found mine through the glass doors, and I noticed something flicker in them–relief quickly masked by his usual control. He didn’t move to help me, just watched as I approached, the smoke from his cigarette creating a haze around him in the cold night air.

“You’re still working at this hour,” he observed, dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his heel. The dark circles beneath his eyes seemed more pronounced than usual, and his shoulders carried a tension I hadn’t seen before.

“There’s a lot to handle.” I climbed into the passenger seat without waiting for him to open the door.

Devon slid into the driver’s seat, his cologne filling the confined space. The familar scent made something inside me twist with longing–not just physical, but for the stability he represented in my now chaotic world.

‘Noah’s fiancée invited me to be her bridesmaid,” I said, breaking the silence as we pulled away from the curb. “Caroline Hayes. Isn’t that strange?”

Devon’s jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening slightly on the steering wheel. ‘Wht Noah and Caroline do is their business. Focus on us.”

His fingers drummed against the steering wheel in a steady, irritated rhythm. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror.

“Are we being followed?‘ I asked, turning to look behind us.

At least three cars, he confirmed, his voice tight. ‘Since the Harper Group crisis began. They’ve been following you constantly. Probably tabloids hoping to catch you in a vulnerable moment. His eyes flicked to mine briefly, revealing ash of concern before hardening again. ‘You’ve become quite the valuable target/

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Chapter 339

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The rest of the ride passed in tense silence. I watched the city lights blur past, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me. By the time we reached Devon’s Central Park West penthouse, I was exhausted beyond words.

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