Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Lena bowed her head, letting Harper pat her gently.

Suddenly, Lena lifted her face, tears in her eyes but a smile on her face, “Do you remember? I used to work part-time selling beer at school. I couldn’t hold my liquor, and I always came back drunk. It was always you who took care of me. You were the best person to me back then.”

“Okay, I won’t force you anymore.”

Whether Lena spoke or not didn’t matter. At least now she was certain of one thing: there was something suspicious about the events on the cruise three years ago, even though she still didn’t know what it was.

“Harper,” Lena called her name softly, hesitating, “You… you…”

“What do you want to say?” Harper asked.

Lena, in a drunken stupor, looked at her, suddenly falling towards her, “Three years, three years… you… be careful… your sister…”

‘Sister?… Fiona.’ Harper felt a chill run down her spine, as if a puzzle was slowly unraveling in front of her, ‘The events from three years ago on the cruise are related to Fiona. This explains why Lena and Fiona appeared separately in the remote town. Lena was secretly meeting Fiona. But, three years ago… what exactly happened? What role did Lena play in that event? The whole situation… is it a conspiracy? How big of a conspiracy is it?’

Harper had planned to wait for Lena to sober up before asking her questions. But Blaze couldn’t wait, and he took her away immediately after finishing his appointment.

Harper was reluctantly dragged out of the private club room by Blaze, “Can’t I chat with my classmate a bit longer?”

“No!” Blaze was very domineering, pulling her hand and leaving.

Sky Harbor, Tower A.

The TV was playing various entertainment news. Harper sat on the sofa with a pillow, lost in thought.

The events from three years ago.

Lena.

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Who set her up? Who framed her? Who put her in this situation? She had to find out.

Harper hugged the pillow tightly, and a faint scent of mint drifted over.

Blaze walked towards her in a bathrobe, drying his wet hair with a clean towel. His voice was deep, “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” Harper replied.

“Help me dry my hair,” Blaze tossed the towel to her.

Harper reluctantly put down the pillow, kneeling on the sofa to dry his hair with the towel.

Blaze sat there, and suddenly a heart-shaped glass appeared in his hand, with her lip print on it. He tossed the glass up and down, “Next time, can you kiss prettier? This lip print is too small, not sexy enough.”

‘He wants it to be sexier? How many lip prints does he want?’ Harper was speechless.

She vigorously dried his hair and suddenly said, “Blaze.”

“Hmm?” Blaze leaned towards her, enjoying her soft body.

“If I said there might still be something worth investigating about the drugging incident three years ago, what would you think?” Harper asked tentatively.

She hoped Blaze would be interested and willing to investigate. With his power and authority, providing a small clue would surely lead to uncovering everything.

“What would I think?” Blaze put away the glass, turned to look at her, “Did you find some laughable evidence again? Do you think you can clear our relationship again?”

Harper knelt in front of him, eagerly saying, “I really feel like there’s still something wrong here. Blaze, don’t you have any curiosity about the truth of the matter?”

“The truth is three years ago you drugged me. Three years later, I caught you, and then I fell for you!” Blaze summarized everything in a few words.

“But what if it wasn’t me who drugged you three years ago? Aren’t you curious about who really did it?” Harper tried to pique his interest, to guide him to investigate.

“I’m not interested,” Blaze said firmly.

“Why not?”

Blaze reached out and pinched her chin, his voice deep, “I’m interested in you now! Understand? I don’t care about what happened three years ago!”

“Even if it turns out someone else drugged you?” Harper persisted.

“Even if someone else drugged me, it doesn’t matter!” Blaze asserted dominantly, “What matters is that I like you now, and I don’t want to see you trying to distance yourself from me anymore! That makes me very unhappy.”

Harper stared at him blankly, unable to speak for a while. For Blaze, the truth from three years ago wasn’t that important. The only person who cared about the truth from three years ago was… herself.

Harper made up her mind. If Blaze wouldn’t investigate, she would do it alone. Now, with the events from three years ago involving Fiona, she faintly felt that the whole thing might be a conspiracy against her…

But how could she investigate the events from three years ago? Harper struggled with this question for days but couldn’t come up with a good solution…

After making a tub of vanilla ice cream in the kitchen, Harper carried it to Blaze’s study-

Blaze was sitting at his desk, typing on the keyboard, his handsome face focused and serious, his slender fingers moving up and down on the keys.

“The ice cream’s ready,” Harper said as she approached him.

“Feed me!” Blaze didn’t even look at her, just commanded dominantly. His eyes were fixed on the screen, his fingers still typing rapidly on the keyboard.

“Okay. CEO’s orders were above everything else.”

Harper spoon-fed him, her gaze falling on the large computer screen, where there was a bunch of code she couldn’t understand, “Are you making a virus again?”

“Yes.”

“Is it for messing with your own phone system again?” Harper asked.

“Yes.”

How could he be so focused on making viruses to attack the system he designed?

Seeming to know what she was thinking, Blaze spoke in a low voice, “Viruses aren’t necessarily bad things. They can be used not only to check your own system but also to deal with people you dislike or to get what you need.”

“Is that so?”

“Ignorant.”

A bold idea slowly formed in her mind, “Blaze, do you have the kind of virus that can directly invade someone else’s phone? Like the eavesdropping technology in movies, what you can listen to someone’s calls or read their messages.”

“Who do you want to deal with?” Blaze stopped his actions.

“No one, I’m just curious if such a virus exists,” Harper replied, feeling a bit guilty under his gaze.

“Are you bored lately?” Blaze glanced at her, reached into a cabinet, and pulled out a silver box resembling a USB drive, throwing it onto the table, “Take it, then.”

“What is this?” Harper asked, puzzled.

“Plug this into the charging port of the phone. In just 30 seconds, the virus program will invade the phone without leaving any trace,” Blaze said, his voice low and sexy.

Harper put down the spoon and picked up the small silver box. Such a small thing could invade someone’s phone? That’s impressive.

If she could invade Fiona’s phone, she could surely listen in on any private conversations between Fiona and Lena. Then she could finally understand what happened three years ago. But… was it okay to do this?

As Harper was contemplating, she found herself being lifted onto Blaze’s lap.

Blaze held her with one hand while elegantly feeding her a spoonful of ice cream with the other. “If you want to invade my phone, forget about it. That’s not happening.”

Harper awkwardly smiled, “Of course, I wouldn’t invade your phone.”

“Then whose phone do you want to invade?” Blaze pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Which man’s phone are you interested in invading?”

“Not a man.”

Blaze’s expression softened slightly, and he continued, “Then who?”

Harper bit her lip and honestly replied, “I was thinking… about invading my sister’s phone. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Your sister?” Blaze looked at her expressionlessly.

Harper thought he was going to ask why she wanted to eavesdrop on her own sister, but Blaze just chuckled lightly at her words, pinching her chin with approval shining in his eyes, “It seems you still can’t let go of the fact that your adoptive parents want to cut ties with you. Your foster mother said you and your sisters don’t get along, yet she only kicked you out… It’s only natural to take revenge on your sister. Well done. Eye for an eye.”

“Huh?” Harper was stunned. Did he think she wanted to retaliate against her own sister?

“Whoever makes you unhappy, you should make them unhappy. That’s the way to go!”

Blaze hugged her, “Are you thinking of digging up some dirt on her and ruining her celebrity image?”

“I wasn’t…”

“This kind of revenge is just child’s play. But if you want to play, go ahead.” Blaze didn’t listen to her explanation at all, convinced that she was seeking revenge.

Harper felt helpless, wanting to explain. Suddenly, Blaze hugged her tightly, “Shortly after, I have a big gift for you.”

His eyes became deep.