The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 94

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“Victoria, don’t waste your energy,” he said with a cold Bugh, “Caring for her is less productive than caring

for stray cats in Central Park. At least cats show gratitude.

The words pierced me deeply, making my chest constric. In my father’s eyes, I’m worth less than a stray cat. I maintained my composure, taking a small sip of the scalding black coffee, letting the bitter liquid burn my tongue. The physical discomfort was almost welcome, distracting me from the emotional pain.

Three hours later at Stellar Impressions, I sat in our conference room, staring blankly at the presentation Sofia was enthusiastically delivering to our team. My thoughts kept drifting back to my father’s words, making it impossible to focus.

“The visual identity system creates immediate brand recognition while maintaining flexibility across platforms,” Sofia explained, gesturing to the mockups displayed on the screen.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. Ryan Winters. I excused myself and stepped into the hallway, my heart racing with anticipation.

“Your father is selling fifteen percent of Harper Group to my father’s company,” Ryan said without preamble. “They’re meeting at The Capital Grille in an hour.”

My blood ran cold, a chill spreading through my body. My fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. “What? Why would he sell that much?”

“Digital media transition costs. He’s desperate for capital,” Ryan explained. “My father seemed surprised by the urgency.”

“That fifteen percent includes my mother’s shares,” I said, my voice rising, throat tightening with panic. “He can’t sell what’s rightfully mine!”

I hung up and burst back into the conference room, grabbing my purse, my movements frantic. “Emergency. I need to go.”

Sofia shot me a concerned look, but I was already halfway to the elevator, my breath coming in short gasps. Outside, the sky had darkened ominously, and rain began pouring down in sheets just as I stepped onto the sidewalk. The cold drops hit my skin like tiny needles, but I barely noticed. After several futile attempts to hail a taxi, I finally spotted one approaching and practically threw myself in its path, desperation.

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overriding caution.

“The Capital Grille, Midtown. There’s an extra fifty if you can get me there in fifteen minutes.”

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By the time I reached the restaurant, I was soaked. Rain dripped from my hair onto my shoulders, my blouse clung uncomfortably to my skin. I shivered, partly from cold, partly from nervous energy as I approached the host stand.

“I need to see William Harper. It’s urgent,” I said, water pooling around my stilettos. I tried to sound authoritative despite my disheveled appearance.

The maître d‘ eyed me with practiced politeness. “I’m afaid Mr. Harper requested no interruptions, Ms.

Harper. Even for family.”

I felt frustration rise in my chest, my hands curling into tight fists. I reached for my phone to call Ryan,

only to find it dead. Perfect timing. As I contemplated my next move, heart sinking with defeat, a sleek

black Bentley pulled up outside.

My pulse quickened instantly when Devon stepped out, an umbrella unfurling above his tall frame. His custom suit remained impeccable despite the weather, stark contrast to my bedraggled state. I couldn’t

help but notice how the gray fabric accentuated his broad shoulders.

His eyes found mine immediately, lingering on the medical tape across my forehead before traveling down to take in my rain–soaked appearance. Something flashed in his gaze, his pupils dilating slightly before his expression hardened, quickly masked by cool detachment. That momentary softness made my heart skip a

beat.

I moved toward him with purpose, swallowing my pride “Mr. Kane, I need your help.”

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