Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Instantly, a bunch of data appeared on the three screens, with one of them prominently displaying Fiona’s contact list. Harper stood there, marveling at the high-tech setup. “So, this is a whole spying kit?”

“Yep.” Blaze nodded, “That’s for listening in. Over here, you can see texts, photos, basically everything on her phone.”

As he spoke, Blaze clicked open the photo library.

Mostly selfies and work photos filled Fiona’s library, with few pictures of her and Logan. Blaze glanced at them, then closed the window, scoffing, “Damn, she’s ugly.”

“I’ll add a bit more programming. Once her phone connects to the computer, everything on the computer will be under control too.” Blaze said as he put down the ice cream tub.

Computers can control too? Harper stood there, mouth slightly agape, watching Blaze work at lightning speed. To him, there must be no privacy in this world, which was terrifying.

Seeing her silence, Blaze stretched out his arm and pulled her into a hug, smirking, “How about that? This new toy set should get back at your ugly sister, right?”

“Should be.”

Harper thought, ‘Revenge? Whatever, let him think I’m getting back at her. If I say it’s about finding the truth, he’d probably get upset again. I’m not sure if I’ll find the truth here… But if Fiona’s really connected to what happened three years ago, there’ll be clues.’

“So, how are you gonna thank me?” Blaze hugged her.

“I’ll cook you a nice meal?”

“That doesn’t count.”

“I’ll get you different flavors of ice cream?”

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“How about I serve you tea while you work out?”

“Pass.”

“What do you want then?” Harper couldn’t think of anything else.

Blaze hugged her, his dark eyes staring deeply into hers.

Harper met his gaze, feeling a slight unease. What mischief was he plotting now?

“Deep sea, wilderness, or your art desk… You pick.” Blaze’s voice was deep and sexy.

“Why do I have to pick?” Harper didn’t understand.

“You can pick more than one.”

“What do you mean?” Harper was puzzled, but a voice inside her told her it couldn’t be anything good, that whatever she chose would be bad.

“Hurry up and pick! If you don’t, I’ll consider it all selected! I’m counting down.” Blaze was impatient with her hesitation, starting to count, “5, 3, 1”

“The wilderness, the wilderness.” Harper quickly chose. Not choosing meant choosing everything, which was worse.

What did he mean by deep sea? Diving? She couldn’t dive;

Her art desk was important to her, and she didn’t know what he wanted to do with it, she definitely couldn’t choose that.

So, only the wilderness was left.

“The wilderness? See, I knew you’re wild at heart. I thought you’d pick the desk.”

Harper looked at him cautiously, “What exactly are you planning?”

Why was choosing the wilderness considered wild?

“What else can I do?” Blaze’s voice was incredibly sexy.

“…” Harper was perplexed.

Blaze lowered his head, nibbling on her lips, then released her. “Alright, you play with your toys here. I’ll go check out which wilderness is more suitable.”

‘Suitable for what? What did he want to do? Wilderness, wilderness, what exactly did he want to do?’ Harper was utterly baffled…

Harper’s phone suddenly buzzed, it was a call from Sherry, her editor.

“Sherry, how’s your husband doing now? Is he feeling any better? I’m sorry I haven’t visited you guys yet,” Harper asked.

“He’s fine, I’m taking care of him,” Sherry replied nonchalantly, “I’m calling to tell you that the first volume of ‘The CEO Is Paranoid’ comic is about to be published. You better hurry up and draw the rest of it.”

“Got it, I’ll get it done as soon as possible,” Harper replied.

“That’ll do,” Sherry said.

Harper, still bewildered by Blaze’s mischievous expression earlier, sought help from Sherry. “Sherry, what does it mean when a guy talks about the wilderness… what does it mean?”

“Ha?!” Sherry seemed to be drinking water and sprayed it all out when she heard Harper’s question, “Blaze said that to you?”

“How did you know?”

“Oh my, the richest man in the world is playing so wild,” Sherry laughed.

“Wild? What do you mean?” Harper was still confused. Blaze had said her choice was wild too… What did it mean?

“Come on, why are you so dense? When a man talks to a woman about going to the wilderness, is it for a picnic? Of course, it’s for outdoor sex!” Sherry exclaimed loudly.

Finally understanding, Harper’s face turned red.

That damn Blaze, he was thinking of this!

That pervert!

That rogue!

That paranoid pervert!

Harper stomped her foot in anger. How could she be so stupid as to choose the wilderness?

Harper hung up the phone with a frustrated expression, wondering if it was too late to tell Blaze she wanted to change her choice.

As she turned to leave, her hand accidentally knocked off the headphones. They fell onto the keyboard, hitting a certain channel, and then she heard voices coming from the headphones.

Harper paused, then quickly put on the headphones.

The voice of Fiona’s manager came through, “Mr. Davidson left?”

Harper suddenly realized that Blaze’s virus program allowed her phone to become a listening device. As long as people were talking around the phone, she could hear them. This was too powerful. Harper once again marveled at Blaze’s methods.

She heard Fiona’s slightly displeased voice, “Yeah, he’s gone.”

“Fiona, when are you planning to tell him? You can’t keep this kind of thing hidden for too long,” the manager’s voice echoed in Harper’s headphones.

“I know I should tell him earlier, but now, it’s not the right time,” Fiona’s voice sounded unhappy. “Logan has been much colder to me lately, I’ve tried to bring it up several times but couldn’t.”

Harper stood in front of the three screens, listening to the voices coming through her headphones. It seemed this eavesdropping had yielded some unexpected results. Fiona was keeping something from Logan.

The manager sighed, “Well, it’s up to you. But you know, he’s bound to find out about the pregnancy sooner or later.”

Hearing this, Harper gasped and covered her mouth. Fiona wasn’t pregnant?

“Fine, leave me alone. I’ll find the right time to tell him,” Fiona’s voice came through the headphones again. “Oh, and Lena seems to have left the country. Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t come back.”

“Got it, I’ll handle it,” the manager replied…

Harper slowly took off the headphones. So Fiona was indeed in contact with Lena. One was her sister, the other her old classmate. Three years ago, Lena might have only heard Fiona’s name from her, they didn’t even know each other. Yet they were in contact privately? Harper had only just installed the virus program, and she’d already heard so much news.

Harper held the headphones tightly, murmuring to herself, “My dear sister, what exactly have you been doing behind my back?… This time, I’ll get to the bottom of it.”

For the next few days, Harper focused all her energy on eavesdropping on Fiona.

She heard a lot of information-

First, Fiona wasn’t pregnant;

Second, Fiona was in contact with Lena privately and didn’t want her to come back to the country;

Third, Logan always came home after three in the morning, which made Fiona very unhappy.

Harper sat at her desk, looking at her notebook, and crossed out the third point. When Logan came home didn’t seem important. Back on Tranquil Haven Island, she thought Logan and Fiona were destined to be together, but now it seemed like it was all sweet lies. But why would Logan change after being so affectionate to Fiona before? Did he find out Fiona was lying to him? Well, their relationship wasn’t her concern. She just needed to uncover the truth about three years ago. Harper silently reminded herself not to meddle too much in their affairs.