Chapter 21
“Ack” Niamh let out a sharp cry behind Harvey.
Harvey turned to see her sprawled on the ground with her hair disheveled, and her wide, imploring eyes were fixed on him.
“Harvey…”
An indelible image overlapped with the scene before him in his mind his sister, Dawn Fisher, who was forever frozen at 18, was calling out to him again and again amidst the flames.
He walked over and helped Niamh to her feet.
Seated in Harvey’s car, Niamh struggled to suppress the triumphant smile threatening to bloom on her face.
“What do you plan to do with this bracelet?” she asked while holding it out in her palm.
“Throw it away,” he replied curtly in a cold tone.
“Sure thing!” Niamh responded nonchalantly while miming a toss toward the window.
With a deft twist of her wrist, she slipped the bracelet into her pocket instead in a seamless movement.
In the Fisher residence’s study, the strikingly handsome man sat behind the desk as his eyes scanned the pages of Elara’s medical records.
His gaze froze on the words “pregnancy termination“.
A suffocating weight settled over Harvey. It was as though he were drowning, unable to draw a single breath.
The sound of a fetus’s rapid, strong heartbeat echoed from the computer screen. Then, the heartbeat abruptly stopped.
It was as if an invisible blade had pierced its chest, causing it to double over in pain as its entire body convulsed.
At that moment, his phone rang. Harvey’s hand trembled as he reached for it, almost dropping it
it in the process.
His normally composed and striking features were now shrouded in an icy coldness, unyielding and impenetrable.
“Mr. Fisher, Mrs. Fisher is inquiring when the funds stipulated in the divorce agreement will be transferred to her account,” came a voice from the other end.
“Send it to her now,” Harvey commanded, his voice devoid of warmth and almost unreal in its detachment.
Cyrus hesitated on the other end. “Mr. Fisher, the divorce agreement specifies that you need to transfer 60 million in a single payment…”
“Give it to her,” Harvey cut him off, his tone brooking no argument.
Elara was a woman of modest background. A lump sum of 6 million would undoubtedly overwhelm her.
To her, this money would feel like a burning hot coal in her hands, something impossible to hold onto.
Harvey was convinced that it wouldn’t be long, after she recived the funds before she came crawling back to him.
Elara pulled over to the side of the road after receiving a notification from her bank. A deposit of 60 million
dollars had been made into her account.
This was the portion of assets stipulated in her divorce agreement with Harvey.
Of course, Harvey had eamed far more than this in the past seven years. However, Fisher Corp was an enormous enterprise.
If Elara truly demanded half of everything Harvey had brought in for the company during that time, she wouldn’t live long enough to spend it even if she received the money.
Now, with such a large sum in her account, Elara began considering her next steps. Beyond this money, she had also received a property in a desirable location.
But she needed to decide on the right school district to invest in with Bambi soon to enter elementary school. Elara planned to gather information about different properties and weigh her options carefully.
The stock market also presented an opportunity. The market analysis program she had written predicted a significant surge in stocks within the next month Elara decided to allocate the funds there for a two–week investment.
Still, her seven years in the Fisher family had left her socially isolated in the Capitol. While she knew of many people within Harvey’s network, she didn’t trust any of them completely.
Elare then retrieved a black, gold–embossed business card from her bag. One that belonged to Theodore.
Considering he was the son of her former mentor, Elara decided to give him a call.
Theodore lounged casually against the back of his chair inside a conference room. His deep–set eyes and prominent nose gave his features a sharp, defined look.
When he smiled, the dimples that appeared made him look both roguish and undeniably handsome, exuding a devil–may–care charm.
“I had no idea that you’re so resilient, Mr. Chapman. You’re even writing reports with your feet, no less.
“If you threw this shitty report into a field, farmers would probably pick it up and praise it as excellent fertilizer!”
Sitting across from Theodore, Charles Chapman turned beet red, looking like he wanted to sink into his chair.
Theodore then shifted his attention to the junior associate sitting beside Charles.
“Your skill at organizing files is impressive almost like a jester juggling their balls. It’s so entertaining, it made me laugh out loud.”
The junior associate looked like she was about to burst into tears.
Theodore leaned back casually, adding, “Go ahead and finish sorting the remaining documents. That way, you can reorganize them all over again.”
Just then, Theodore’s phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, he saw an unfamiliar string of numbers. He didn’t think much of it at first, but something clicked a few seconds later.
The number looked familiar too familiar.
Suddenly, it hit him. The number felt so familiar because it was etched into his memory. He had never saved it as he was deliberately avoiding any association to prevent bringing trouble to its owner.
Theodore picked up the call with newfound urgency. As he pressed the answer button, he took a deep breath.
+25 BONUS
The lawyers sitting across from him, who had just been enduring his sharp critiques, noticed his sudden shift in demeanor. Their own nervousness grew as Theodore’s expression turned serious.
“Hello, who’s this?” he asked as his deep, magnetic voice carried over the line.
The two were stunned. The man before them sounded completely different. Gone was the biting sarcasm who was this charming, smooth–voiced stranger?
Had their ruthless boss suddenly been possessed? Who on earth was he directing that irresistible charm toward?
“It’s Elara Jones, Mr. Snapp. I hope I’m not disturbing you, came a calm, polite voice on the other end.
Theodore’s laugh was light and clear, reverberating warmly through the line.
“Ah, have you finally decided to seek my help in court, Ms. Jones?” he teased lightly.
“I’ve already signed the divorce agreement with Harvey Fisher,” Elara replied plainly.
Theodore’s lips curled into an amused smile upon hearing this.
Elara wasted no time and got to the point. “I was hoping you could recommend a reliable stockbroker. Do you know someone who might be able to help?”
“Of course. I’ll have a client manager from BrightPeak Securities give you a call shortly,” Theodore answered without hesitation.
“Thank you so much,” Elara replied politely.
Feigning nonchalance, Theodore added, “By the way, my father’s health has taken a turn for the worse. Just the other day, I overheard him murmuring your name in his sleep.”
Elara’s heart sank. “I’ll visit Dr. Snapp tomorrow. Would that be convenient?”
“Let me check,” Theodore said while picking up his iPad and swiftly canceling several meetings for the next day.
After a few seconds, he spoke again. “I happen to be free tomorrow. Give me a call before heading to the Snapp residence.”
“Will do,” Elara replied in a melodious voice.
Meanwhile, Theodore’s grin was stretched so wide it nearly reached his ears.
After ending the call, he tilted his head and saved her mumber in his contacts under the nickname “Little Moon“.
