The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

“Don’t waste your time, sister, she sneered. “That beach house is my weekend party spot now, Over two million likes on Instagram prove it.”

I smiled coldly. “What’s mine will be mine again, Scarlet. Every last bit of it. I paused, watching her carefully. And congratulations on your… new development. Perhaps Ethan should receive those congratulations too.”

The color drained from her face, and I knew I’d hit my target.

I drove toward Brooklyn in my Porsche, seething with anger but also satisfaction. I called Garrett Morgan.

“Miss Harper, his gravelly voice answered. “I’ve confirmed what you suspected. The beach house was indeed listed as a company asset, with a loan secured against it. But the timing is interesting–the paperwork was filed just weeks after your mother’s death.”

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Of course. Victoria had been planning this from the beginning.

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Of course. Victoria had been planning this from the beginning.

Lost in thought, I barely noticed the red light until it was too late. I slammed on my brakes, but still

collided with the back of a sleek black Bentley.

“Damn it!” I muttered, climbing out to assess the damage.

The driver’s door of the Bentley opened, and a tall figure emerged. My stomach dropped as those unmistakable gray eyes locked on mine–Devon Kane, looking impeccable as always in a charcoal suit that matched my own. The dark circles under his eyes seemed deeper than before, the only imperfection in his

appearance. My heart beat faster, traitorous and unbidden.

“Impressive rear–ending technique, Miss Harper,” he said coolly, examining the minor damage to his

bumper.

“It was an accident,” I explained, trying to keep my voice steady. “I was distracted—*

“Another carefully orchestrated ‘accident‘ to get my attention?” His voice was low, almost mocking, but his

eyes lingered on my face a second longer than necessary.

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“Do you really think the world revolves around you, Mr. Kane? I crossed my arms.

He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his expensive cologne. “Sometimes you revolve around me, don’t you?” The words were delivered with clinical detachment, but something in his gaze made my

skin warm.

That was a business arrangement,” I replied, hating how breathless I sounded.

Devon’s eyes traveled slowly from my face down to my eels and back up again. His expression remained impassive, but I caught the slight tension in his jaw.

“I need to borrow your vehicle for a few hours,” he said abruptly. “I have a meeting. You can stay and

handle the insurance.”

Before I could protest, he’d taken my keys from my hand, his fingers brushing against my palm in a touch that seemed both accidental and deliberate. As he slid into my Porsche, our eyes met once more through

the windshield.

At Stellar Impressions, I couldn’t concentrate. Sophia noticed my distraction during our creative meeting.

“Earth to Aria,” she said, waving a hand in front of my face. “You’ve been staring at that same slide for five

minutes.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, straightening in my chair. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t press for details. My father called twice, demanding I return home

immediately for an emergency meeting with Ethan and the Blake family. I refused both times,

disconnecting without a goodbye.

Standing at my office window overlooking the Brooklyn skyline, I wondered how my mother’s company had

morphed into my father and Victoria’s empire, how my mother’s house had become collateral for a loan.

The wedding would further cement the Harper–Blake connection, but revealing Ethan and Scarlett’s affair

would blow that partnership apart, potentially devastating my father’s business.

As evening fell, I tried repeatedly to contact Devon about my car. When he finally answered, his voice

sounded exhausted, the words slightly slurred with fatigue.

“Where’s my car?” I demanded, ignoring the small flutter in my chest at the sound of his voice.

“I don’t recall promising to return it,” he replied. I could almost see him rubbing his forehead, a habit he

had when tired.

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“Then how am I supposed to get it back?‘ I paced my office, fingers drumming against my thigh.

A pause. “It’s at Elysium. You know where that is.” His voice had dropped, becoming quieter.

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