Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

Long time passed…

Harper collapsed weakly on the floor… She hugged herself tightly, biting her lips. Feelings of humiliation, anger, and embarrassment surged up, almost engulfing her.

She didn’t know what to do, should she sue him?…

Sue him? He was Blaze, could she win? Without thinking much, she knew it was impossible. Many times, power meant victory.

“Bang.”

A wet men’s trench coat was thrown onto her, covering her body completely.

Harper’s body trembled involuntarily.

The scent of Blaze on the trench coat suffocated her.

Two bodyguards walked in with their heads bowed, carrying clean and crisp men’s clothes.

Blaze reached out and unfolded a shirt to put on. He moved with elegance and ease, completely unlike a man’s reaction in a women’s bathroom.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

He glanced coldly at Harper huddled in the corner, and gave the command indifferently, “Tie this woman up and take her back.”

“Yes, boss,” the bodyguards replied.

Harper curled up in the corner, looking at Blaze in disbelief. “What else do you want, you lunatic?”

“What else do I want to do?” Blaze repeated her words, “With you, I can do whatever I want.”

Harper couldn’t utter a word, her face pale with horror. This man had humiliated her to the extreme. Why did she have to encounter such absurdity…

Blaze buttoned up his sleeves, turned around, then abruptly stopped in his tracks. “Harper, if you don’t want to suffer any more, hand over my child. Otherwise, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

With that, he left without looking back.

A living hell… He was the CEO of N. E. Corporation, and she was just an ordinary person; he definitely had the power…

And Harper couldn’t resist him at all.

At his words, Harper closed her eyes in agony. She clung tightly to the trench coat on her body…

…

Empire Castle.

It was a magnificent castle costing billions to build. Situated deep in the forest, it wasn’t a tourist attraction, but a private residence.

Blaze’s private residence.

No outsiders were allowed here.

Harper was brought to the castle, bound and helpless. Along the way, she had tried to seek help from the bodyguards, attempted to escape, snatch a phone to call the police, but she was always subdued by the guards.

How could a lone woman possibly overpower so many strong bodyguards?

The guards told her one thing, “Miss, you shouldn’t have provoked Mr. Wychwood. Who is Mr. Wychwood? He can easily decide your life or death. Why bother resisting anymore?”

One sentence extinguished all her fantasies.

Encountering a man who violated her but whom she couldn’t retaliate against, and couldn’t even escape from, what else could she do?

Harper was led into the castle and pushed into a room that was as luxurious as a palace from the 14th century Western world.

Standing in the room was an old man of about sixty. He was in good spirits, with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Miss Shaw, I am Mr. Wychwood’s butler, Dylan Foster.” The old man smiled and made a brief introduction, “Please, have a seat.”

It was only then that Harper noticed the high-tech recliner and tablet screen next to the old man. The screen displayed complex numbers and programs that she couldn’t understand.

“This is a lie detector chair, please have a seat,” Dylan said politely and gently.

“What are you trying to do?” Harper asked with a pale face.

A lie detector chair? What were they trying to do?

“Master said Miss Shaw won’t admit to having a child three years ago, so he asked me to do a test,” Dylan patiently explained.

Three years ago again, and a child…

“Before this, apart from seeing Blaze in the newspaper, I had never met him. How could I have his child? You’ve got it wrong,” Harper muttered, feeling utterly defeated.

The guards mercilessly threw Harper onto the lie detector chair. They wrapped various wires around her fingers, arms, and body, restraining her completely…