Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“A big gift?” Harper was taken aback.

What big gift? Another heart-shaped diamond or glass?

…

Leaving Blaze’s study, Harper tucked the silver box into her pocket and grabbed the garbage bag, heading out.

“Ding.” The elevator doors opened.

A familiar voice suddenly reached her ears.

“Mom, can you please stop overthinking? Without Harper, we all will be better. Why are you always fixated on her? I’m your biological daughter.”

Fiona’s voice.

Fiona noticed Harper and questioned, “What are you doing here? Are you following us again? Are you here to bother Logan?”

Harper looked at her coldly, saying nothing. She hadn’t expected Fiona to speak of her with such disdain and hatred behind her back. The idea that the events from three years ago might be related to Fiona deepened within Harper’s mind.

“No, you’re not here for Logan.” Fiona suddenly realized as she noticed the garbage bag in Harper’s hand, “You’re with Blaze now. And you’ve moved to Sky Harbor too.”

Harper looked at her impassively. After being asked to sign the “Severance of Parental Relationship Agreement”, Harper knew that her relationship with Blaze couldn’t remain a secret.

Standing in front of Fiona, Harper didn’t say a word. She walked indifferently towards the large garbage bin nearby and threw the garbage bag inside.

Fiona’s contemptuous laughter came from behind her. “Looks like I should move out sooner, so that my baby and husband won’t be bothered by someone every day.”

At her words, anger surged within Harper. She had chosen to give up, but it didn’t earn her any understanding; instead, she continued to be slandered.

“Fiona,” Harper called out to her.

Fiona stopped at the sound of her voice, looking at her disdainfully, “What?”

Harper turned around. “There’s something about severing our relationship that I still don’t understand. Let’s discuss it at your place.”

“Discuss?” Fiona looked at her suspiciously. “What’s there to discuss? Go ask Mom and Dad. They’re the ones who didn’t want you.”

Harper was about to say something else when the gate nearby opened from the inside. Logan’s stood there, expressionless. Seeing Fiona and Harper in the hallway, his eyes widened in surprise. “Harper?” His first reaction was to call out her name, not Fiona’s. This was something that hadn’t happened since he lost his memory.

Logan’s gaze shifted from Harper to Fiona. “Why are you two together?”

Fiona run to hug Logan, then looked at Harper with resentment in her eyes, “I don’t know what she’s thinking. She said she wants to talk to me about something regarding severing our relationship, but it’s none of my business…”

Seeing the intimate scene between the two, Harper lowered her head. She realized that after returning from Tranquil Haven Island, she didn’t feel sad when facing these two. Wasn’t that a good thing?

“Is that so? Then come on in.”

Harper looked at Logan in astonishment.

“What?” Fiona exclaimed in disbelief. She wanted to say something, but Logan had already turned aside, making way for them, “Please come in.”

Saying that, Logan turned to the maid and said, “Bring us some juice and prepare some snacks.”

“Logan…” Fiona hurriedly followed inside.

Harper hesitated for a few seconds at the door before resolutely stepping in.

Upon entering, Harper noticed that the house was decorated like a princess’s palace, dreamy, beautiful, luxurious…

This reminded Harper of Logan’s promise to give Fiona a princess wedding. Apparently, at home, Logan also treated Fiona like a princess.

“Harper, please have a seat,” Logan invited Harper to take a seat.

“Thank you.”

Harper nodded lightly and sat down on the sofa.

Fiona sat directly beside Harper, blocking Logan’s view. She placed her phone on the coffee table and watched Harper warily, “What do you want to say? Say it and leave quickly.”

Harper’s gaze fell on her phone deliberately. “I just want to know when the severance agreement will take effect.” But in her mind, she was thinking about how to implant the virus into Fiona’s phone system…

“We all can’t wait to sever ties with you,” Fiona said, pulling Logan to sit beside her, “If that’s all you’re here for, you can leave now.”

Logan didn’t participate in their conversation but kept his gaze on Harper.

“Fiona, it seems like you don’t want me anywhere near you,” Harper said, staring at the phone, still unsure of how to obtain it.

“Of course not. You’re a woman who has always coveted my husband. I don’t want to see you,” Fiona said.

“Then three years ago, were you also on guard against me?” Harper suddenly said, looking deeply at Fiona.

Fiona stiffened for a moment, looking at Harper with surprise. But she quickly regained her composure, “I’ve always been on guard against you, never stopped.”

“Is that so?” Harper’s gaze once again shifted to the phone on the coffee table. How could she get her hands on it?

The maid approached with the juice and then left to prepare pastries.

“I think you should leave now. Our ties with The Shaw Family have been severed, and Logan and I have completed our wedding. There’s nothing left to say between us,” Fiona urged Harper to leave, “Please leave, and preferably, let’s not meet again.”

Harper understood that she didn’t have much reason to stay any longer, but she couldn’t help feeling reluctant without getting hold of the phone.

Seeing Fiona’s sensitive reaction to the phrase “three years ago” made Harper more convinced that the matter was indeed related to Fiona.

“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back in a moment.”Logan suddenly stood up to walk inside. Then he turned back to Fiona, “Oh, by the way, your makeup seems a bit smudged. Ask your makeup artist to touch it up.”

“What? Is my makeup smudged?” Fiona, being extremely conscious of her appearance as a female celebrity, quickly stood up and hurriedly went in the direction of the bathroom, dragging her makeup artist along.

Logan looked at Harper with a gentle smile and then turned to walk inside as well.

In the living room, Harper was left alone with the phone on the table…

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Harper looked around, then reached out and picked up the phone, taking out the silver box from her pocket and plugging it directly into the charging port.

As Blaze said, the virus program started running automatically after plugging it in… It would take 30 seconds.

This was Harper’s first time doing something so clandestine, and she couldn’t help feeling nervous. She glanced towards the direction of the bathroom from time to time.

Hurry up.

Faster.

Harper silently urged in her mind…

Not far away, Logan stood behind a white pillar, quietly watching the nervous Harper in the living room, a knowing smile on his face…

‘You indeed want Fiona’s phone. Silly Harper, there’s no need to be so nervous. Harper, whatever you want to do, I will give it to you.’ Logan looked at the slender figure, silently saying in his heart.

Harper sat on the sofa, tightly holding the phone in her hand. After 30 seconds, the screen returned to normal.

Harper quickly unplugged the silver box and put it back into her pocket, placing the phone back on the coffee table.

“You’re still here?” Fiona came out of the bathroom and saw Harper still there, looking displeased. Harper took a sip of juice, and then stood up, “I’m off now.”

Her objective had been achieved, and she didn’t want to stay in this house any longer…

Back at home, Harper flopped onto the bed, letting out a long sigh. She couldn’t believe it-she had actually managed to hack into Fiona’s phone. She did it. The whole process was nerve-wracking yet surprisingly easy.

Harper reached into her pocket and pulled out the silver box, muttering under her breath, “I know it’s shady, but I gotta know the truth.” Her voice was low but determined.

“Harper, get your ass out here!” Blaze’s shout echoed through the house.

“That paranoid jerk, why’s he always so mad…” Harper muttered to herself.

She made her way out.

Huh? Where was Blaze?

“Harper! If you don’t get over here right now, I’m tearing apart this pile of toys!” Blaze’s voice came again, from the study he’d set up for her.

Toys?

Harper entered the study to find a long curved table in the southeast corner, cluttered with all sorts of high-tech gadgets and three computer screens, with three massive screens lit up, displaying various data.

“What’s all this?” Harper asked, bewildered.

“You’ve been down there for ages, did you implant the virus into your sister’s phone?” Blaze stood by the computer, holding an ice cream tub with a hint of smugness on his face.

Harper was taken aback, “How did you know?”

“Your sister lives downstairs, I just found out.” He had seen it in the data Dylan provided. Blaze shot her a glance, then set down the ice cream tub and reached out to her, “Give me the flash drive.”

Flash drive?

Harper paused, then remembered the silver box. She pulled it out and handed it to Blaze, looking at him with confusion.

Blaze plugged it into the computer.