Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Blaze sat back in the car.

“Do women really value marriage so much? Is there no dignity without marriage?” Blaze suddenly asked the driver.

The driver was stunned.

“Well… I don’t really understand women’s minds,” the driver said, “But my wife has said before, she says marriage gives women a sense of security.”

“What kind of security can a piece of paper provide?” Blaze said coldly, “Marriage can still end in divorce, where’s the security in that?”

“That’s true, but women just love chasing after these things,” the driver said.

Blaze thought, if he couldn’t give her marriage, would she continue like this forever?

“But my wife also said that the most important sense of security comes from the man,” the driver continued, “When a man is willing to pamper her, to coax her, to think of her first in everything, then a woman’s sense of security naturally comes.”

Blaze’s gaze deepened suddenly, looking at the driver sharply.

The driver was startled by the gaze, nervously saying, “Mr. Wychwood, did I say too much?”

“Double your salary, and tell Dylan when we get back.”

“Huh?”…

Inside a coffee shop –

Harper sat alone by the floor-to-ceiling window. With a turn of her head, she spotted a black luxury car parked outside. The back window rolled down slowly, revealing Blaze sitting inside, his eyes fixed on her.

Feeling resigned, Harper called the waiter and ordered two cups of coffee.

“Harper.” Marcia walked in from outside.

At once, Harper noticed the usually well-kept Marcia looking much more worn out.

She whispered, “Mom, how have you been lately?”

Marcia set down her bag, sighing as she looked at Harper, “You have no idea what’s been happening lately with The Shaw Family.”

“What’s going on?”

“Your dad was just a driver for The Davidson Group back in the day, but he rose through the ranks because of taking care of Logan at The Davidson Group. Now, with Logan marrying into our family, your dad naturally entered the boardroom, helping Logan to fight for power with his sister, trying to push Logan into the CEO position,” Marcia explained.

Harper had heard about the sibling rivalry at The Davidson Group from Logan last time. It seemed reasonable for Dad to help Logan.

“Your dad and Logan’s sister are at each other’s throats, but Logan seems oblivious. He spends all his time with Fiona, shopping and ignoring everything else, leaving it all to your dad,” Marcia continued.

“Their lovey-dovey relationship is a good thing,” Harper remarked.

“Lovey-dovey would be fine, but they’re not exactly peaceful either. I heard from The Davidson Family’s servants that Logan and Fiona have already argued several times since getting married,” Marcia said.

“Argued?” Harper widened her eyes in disbelief, “That can’t be true.”

“The reasons for their fights seem to revolve around you..”

Harper froze, the reason for their fights was her? How could that be possible?

“The servants say that every time they mention you, they end up arguing. Since Logan got married, he’s like a different person.” Marcia shook her head, “Your sister calls us crying every time they fight.”

At that moment, the waiter brought over the two cups of coffee.

Harper sat there, unable to understand why she had become their catalyst for conflict. But Logan’s behavior was indeed strange. He had been so dedicated to giving Fiona a perfect wedding, even refusing to take painkillers for his headaches. How could he be arguing with Fiona now? It didn’t make sense.

Marcia stared at her for a long time, then took out a document from her bag and placed it in front of Harper, “Your dad wants you to sign this document.”

Harper’s hand rested on the steaming coffee cup as she looked down at the document. The document was filled with densely packed words, and although she couldn’t read it clearly, she saw a large title-

[Declaration of Severance of Parental Relationship]

Harper’s face went deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled, causing the coffee to spill all over the table. Without thinking, she picked up the document. It wasn’t wet from the spilled coffee, not a single word smudged, but the coffee dripped onto her, scalding hot.

“Harper-” Marcia exclaimed, quickly standing up to wipe away the stains with tissues.

Harper pushed away her hand as she stood up. “I’m fine.”

“No, you could get burned…”

“Let’s talk business,” Harper pushed away her mother’s hand, said coldly, “Weren’t you here to talk about signing?”

The waiter came over to clean the table.

“Harper…” Marcia sat back down, “I’ve argued with your father for a long time, but he insists on this. He believes it was your previous meddling that caused the problems in Logan and Fiona’s marriage. He insists on severing ties with you.”

“It’s okay, I’ll sign it. I don’t feel like I’m fit to be The Shaw Family’s daughter anyway,” Harper said indifferently, smiling. “Mom, where’s the pen? You must have brought one. Oh, I guess I can’t call you mom anymore, can I?”

“Harper, don’t say that.” Marcia took out a pen from her bag and handed it to her, “Your father makes all the decisions, and I can’t oppose him. But in the future, I’ll sneak out to see you.”

“No need. It’s okay, I’ll sign,” Harper said, taking the pen from her hand and flipping to the last page of the document.

Suddenly, the document was snatched away. Harper looked up to see Blaze standing next to her, his face grim, tightly gripping the document.

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“Huh.” Blaze sneered at the document in his hand. “I thought it was something serious.”

“You’re-” Marcia looked at Blaze in astonishment.

“You’re her foster mother?” Blaze looked at Marcia, his voice cold.

“Yes. I’m Harper’s mother.”

“Does someone who abandons their own child deserve to be called a mother?” Blaze waved his hand, stared coldly at Marcia, “Her biological mother isn’t worthy, and neither are you.”

“Blaze, what are you doing? This is my business,” Harper protested.

Blaze gave her a disdainful glare, “Look at yourself, what right do you have to say it’s your business? I’ll handle it!”

“I…” Harper was at a loss for words.

Blaze? Marcia looked at Blaze in shock, “You are that Blaze? From N. E.?”

Blaze shifted his gaze from Harper to Marcia, his eyes icy as he held up the document, “I’ve seen your signatures on here. Why are you severing ties with Harper?”

“It’s because… because of the discord between the sisters.”

“Oh, so why not sever ties with the younger daughter instead of the older one?” Blaze sneered, then acted as if he just realized something, “Right, because Harper is the foster daughter.”

“It’s not like that. There were many things that happened in between. Outsiders wouldn’t understand,” Marcia couldn’t help but defend her own daughter. In the matter involving Logan, their family all believed Fiona was innocent.

At this, Blaze laughed even harder. He looked at the document in his hand and said, “I’ve never seen someone abandon their daughter and have the audacity to say such shameless things.”

Marcia was speechless.

Then Blaze tossed the document in front of Harper. “Sign it!”

Harper opened the document again, flipping to the last page. Her foster parents had already signed, and now it was her turn.

Harper finally wrote her name.

Blaze picked up the document and threw it back at Marcia.

Marcia looked at Harper with a pained expression. “Harper, I’m sorry. I didn’t take care of you well. How did we end up like this…”

“After signing the severance document, why are you still putting on this hypocritical face?” Blaze sneered, disdainfully looking at Marcia.

“…,” Marcia couldn’t find words to respond to the accusation.

Blaze’s eyes glared coldly at Marcia. His voice was low and stern, “I want to remind you of one thing.”

“Now that the relationship is severed, Harper has no obligation to take care of you anymore,” Blaze said sharply. “That means, whether you’re sick, poor, or dying, The Shaw Family’s decline and downfall… don’t come begging Harper.”

Harper kept her head bowed. Marcia looked at Blaze in a daze, then at Harper, her voice choked , “Sure.”

“Don’t speak too soon,” Blaze chuckled coldly, a hint of malice in his eyes, “I’ve already seen your future.”

“What?” Marcia was stunned.

“I’ve seen the day when you’ll come crawling and begging Harper,” Blaze said, standing up and pulling Harper along with him. He lifted her chin with his long fingers, making her look at Marcia. “Harper, look at this face carefully. Today, she’s the one abandoning you. In the future, even if she kneels down begging you, you are not allowed to help her!”