Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Blaze kissed her lips, shamelessly declaring, “You smell amazing.” Even without makeup, she still had a faint scent that he liked. He liked everything about her.

“The car keys, you said I could borrow the car.” Harper reached out her hand to him. “I want a black one, something low-key, not a luxury car.”

“Downstairs in the garden, help yourself,” Blaze tossed the car keys to her.

“Thanks.” Harper said, clutching the keys, ready to leave, but her hand was grabbed from behind.

Harper turned to look at Blaze, puzzled. He frowned at her. “Are you just going to leave like that?”

Harper glanced down at herself, bemused. For the sake of convenience, she had even asked Dylan to buy her a set of sportswear and prepared tools like a telescope in her bag.

“I haven’t forgotten anything,” she replied.

“When will you understand romance?” Blaze grumbled, pulling her back into his embrace, lowering his head to capture her soft lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue forced her tightly closed lips apart…

“Mmm…” Harper was held tightly by him, her hands pressed against his chest.

After a lingering wet kiss, Blaze reluctantly released her. “Remember, from now on, you have to kiss me when we part! A wet kiss!”

Harper didn’t say much. “Got it, got it.”

With that, Harper pulled on her backpack and hurried out.

Watching her disappear from his sight, Blaze’s mood plummeted. He lifted his foot and kicked over a nearby floor lamp, then stormed off to the living room, his face cold.

In less than a minute, the living room was a mess, all overturned by Blaze’s kicks.

Dylan arrived and saw the scene, feeling helpless. ‘Miss Shaw isn’t around, and Master’s mood is terrible again. We’ll have to pick out furniture again.’

“Master, should I prepare the car to go to the company?” Dylan asked.

“No, I’m not going!” Blaze stood on the coffee table, kicking over an antique vase, his handsome face full of frustration. He couldn’t calm down at all.

“Dylan, prepare the car,” Blaze said coldly after a while of kicking. “She’s going to find inspiration. Didn’t say I can’t follow.”

“Yes, Master.”

Dylan bowed respectfully and was about to turn around to prepare. His phone suddenly rang. He answered it, said a few “yes” in a row, then hung up. He looked at Blaze, “Master, it’s a call from the UK.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Blaze paused his kicking, his expression changing. A call from the UK…

The living room instantly fell silent.

…

Harper pressed the car key in her hand, and the headlights of a car lit up. It was a black Rolls-Royce.

She felt a bit helpless. Well, in Blaze’s view, a Rolls-Royce was considered low-key. Fortunately, it was a commercial vehicle. If it were a sports car, how could she use it to track anyone?

Harper approached, opened the car door, and got in.

Fiona and Lena had agreed to meet at their usual spot. Harper wasn’t sure where the usual spot was, so she had to track Fiona.

From the listening device, she knew Fiona would leave at eight, so she had to wait first…

The waiting was long and boring. Harper slapped her somewhat sore legs and cursed Blaze hundreds of times in her mind. If she couldn’t find out the truth today because of this, she would hate him forever.

Harper parked the car at the exit of the Sky Harbor underground parking lot.

For the past two days, she had been tied to Blaze without any freedom. But she had entrusted Dylan to keep an eye out. Fiona always parked in the underground parking lot.

Eight ten.

A pink Lamborghini drove out of the parking lot, with Fiona behind the wheel.

Harper started the car, and carefully followed Fiona.

Fiona drove in the direction of the remote town they had been to before.

Harper followed Fiona at a safe distance.

After driving for a while, she saw Fiona’s car stop outside the largest hotel in the town.

So, this hotel was Fiona and Lena’s usual spot.

Harper parked the car to the side and stared straight ahead at the pink Lamborghini. She saw Fiona get out of the car and walk straight into the hotel, without even carrying a bag.

She didn’t know if Lena had arrived yet.

Harper thought for a moment, pushed open the car door, put on a duckbill hat, lowered the brim, and followed Fiona into the hotel.

Fiona didn’t notice her at all, walking straight into the elevator.

Harper stood by a pillar, looking up at the numbers on the elevator. It stopped at the 8th floor.

Fiona went to the 8th floor.

Just as she was about to move forward, a tall figure suddenly walked past her towards the elevator. It was Lena, her former good friend and classmate.

Both of them had arrived.

After Lena entered the elevator, she waited for a few seconds, then opened another elevator and followed to the 8th floor.

The elevator doors opened in front of her, and she cautiously peered out. She saw Lena walking down the corridor, her high heels making a dull sound on the floor.

Lena walked deeper into the corridor, stopped at the end, and knocked on a door.

After a while, the door was opened from the outside.

Harper remained standing by the elevator, shrinking her body inward, not revealing any flaws.

She only heard Fiona’s slightly displeased voice, “Come in, I still have an announcement to make, don’t have much time to chat with you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to chat,” Lena replied coldly, stepping into the room.

The door was closed.

Next, the hallway fell silent, not a sound to be heard.

Harper scratched her head, thinking about how she could listen in on their conversation.

After a moment of contemplation, Harper resolutely went downstairs and took out a pair of binoculars, standing in the courtyard, aiming upwards.

The hotel’s architecture was quite uniform, with each sunlit room having a balcony…

“Hi, can you give me a room? I want 802.”

Harper decisively returned to the hotel front desk and booked the room next to Fiona’s.

As soon as she entered the room, Harper threw her backpack aside and walked straight to the balcony. Her room’s balcony was only separated by less than a meter from Fiona’s room. She could climb over there and eavesdrop on what they were secretly talking about.

However… Harper walked onto the balcony and glanced down below. It’s on the 8th floor, which was terrifyingly high.

Harper paced back and forth on the balcony in silence. Her fingers involuntarily twisted together. Should she take the risk? It was only a few dozen centimeters away, and she should be able to make it across, right?

“I must know the truth.” Thinking of everything that had happened recently, Harper was unusually firm in her determination. She measured the distance between the two balconies, preparing to make the leap.

As she reached out to lift her foot onto the balcony railing, her phone suddenly vibrated.

Harper was startled and almost fell off. She quickly retreated to safety, took out her phone, and was stunned by what she saw on the screen.

Logan. It was a call from Logan.

Harper hesitated for a moment before answering the phone, “Hello?”

“Open the door,” Logan’s voice came through, sounding somewhat urgent.

“What?” Harper was completely taken aback.

“I’m outside your hotel room, open the door,” Logan urged her, “Hurry up.”

With that, Logan hung up.

Harper stood on the balcony, staring blankly at the hung-up phone. Her first thought was, oh no, Logan found out about the tracking. He and Fiona are coming to confront her…

Harper self-deprecatingly thought to herself as she walked back inside from the balcony. When she reached the door, she took a deep breath and pulled it open with force.

However, there was nothing but silence outside.

Harper felt puzzled as she looked up-

Logan stood at the doorway, tightly gripping a phone in his hand. The corridor’s lighting was dim, and his face was filled with tension.

Harper glanced around, not seeing Fiona, which only added to her confusion.

“You-” Harper was about to speak, but Logan suddenly reached out and pushed her into the room, then locked the door behind them.

Harper was stunned by his sudden action.

“Harper, are you out of your mind? What were you thinking? Climbing from the balcony to eavesdrop next door? Aren’t you afraid of falling?” Logan looked at her nervously, his tone tinged with reproach, “We’re on the 8th floor!”

Harper stared at him blankly. “You… you knew?”

“Yeah,” Logan’s breathing was a bit uneven.

“So, what do you want?” Harper sighed, stepping back. “Yes, I was tracking Fiona. Are you going to call the police or do something else?”