The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 342

The CEO’s Midnight Remedy

Chapter 342

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The unspoken reference to my father’s arrest hung in the air between us. Before could respond, Devon emerged from his study, Noah following close

behind.

“Caroline, Devon acknowledged, his expression unreadable. “You’re early.”

“I wanted to invite Aria personally,” she replied, standing gracefully. And she’s agreed to be in the wedding party.”

I opened my mouth to correct her, but Devon spoke first. ‘We’ll discuss it later. Noah and I have matters to finish.”

Noah checked his watch. “We’re already late for the meeting at Fifth Avenue.” He gave me a brief nod before turning to Caroline. “Are you coming?”

“No, I’m taking Aria shopping.” She linked her arm through mine as if we’d been friends for years. “The bridesmaids dresses need to be fitted.”

Devon’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. I recognized the slight tension in his jaw–he was restraining himself, which was rare enough to be

concerning.

“Go ahead, he finally said. “Marcus will drive you.”

Before I could protest, Caroline was guiding me toward the door. “Don’t worry about changing,” she said. “We’ll find you something suitable at the boutique.”

The exclusive bridal boutique on Fifth Avenue was exactly the sort of place where I’d normally feel comfortable–high fashion, excellent service, the subtle scent of wealth and privilege. But today, I felt exposed, aware of every glance and whispered comment from the staff.

“They’re talking about the Harper scandal,” Caroline observed, her voice low as she examined a rack of bridesmaid dresses. “Pay them no mind.”

I smoothed down the silk of the sample dress I’d been coaxed into trying–a dusty rose A–line that complemented my skin tone perfectly. “It’s fine. I’m getting used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” she replied, surprising me with her sincerity. “Here, try this one instead.” She handed me a deeper rose gown with delicate beading.

While changing, I checked my phone and was startled to find that TMZ’s piece on my father had been buried beneath a breaking story about a blonde starlet caught in a compromising position at Eden. I scrolled further to discover that all Harper–related hashtags had mysteriously dropped off Twitter’s trending list. The media narrative had shifted overnight.

When I emerged from the dressing room, Caroline was waiting with champagne. That’s the one,” she declared with satisfaction. You’ll outshine the bride.

‘Hardly,‘ I replied, glancing at my reflection. The gown was stunning but felt strange given the circumstances. “Caroline, why did you really invite me to be in your wedding?”

She guided me to a small sitting area, ensuring we were out of earshot of the attendants. ‘Devon called me personally to ensure you’d be treated respectfully at the wedding. She took a sip of champagne, studying me over the rim of her gss. “That’s a first. He’s never intervened on behalf of a woman before.”

1 fidgeted with the beading on my dress. “We have a business arrangement.”

“Oh, please.‘ She laughed softly. “Devon Kane doesn’t make personal calls for bushess arrangements. He’s serious about you, Aria.” She leaned closer. And I suspect you’re serious about him too, whether you admit it or not.”

I felt heat rising to my cheeks. ‘It’s complicated.

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“The best things usually are. She finished her champagne in one elegant swallow By the way, don’t underestimate the Kane family’s influence. The media pivot this morning wasn’t an accident.”

1 looked at her sharply. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say Devon has significant investments in several media companies. S stood, smoothing her skirt. Now, about the shoes…”

As Caroline moved on to discussing accessories, I found myself distracted. Had von really leveraged his connections to protect me from the worst of the

media storm? The thought left me with a confusing mix of gratitude and unease!

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