Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 179: God N’s Mysterious Boyfriend

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Stella Grant shouted guiltily.

"Nothing, just being prepared," Aiden Fordham gently rubbed her head, his eyes overflowing with adoration.

The supervisors dared not look directly; when had they ever seen such a gentle CEO?

The former CEO’s wife is no joke!

Then, Aiden took the report from her hand, his long, defined fingers unfolding the document.

"No need to look at all the complicated stuff. Just focus on these key figures."

His slender index finger tapped lightly on the paper,

"This is the sales revenue."

"This is the inventory."

"Here is income and expenditure."

"And this item, that’s profit."

His fingertip finally rested on that number.

Stella’s gaze followed his finger, and when she saw that long string of digits, her eyes widened instantly.

Units, tens, hundreds, thousands...

A full ten digits.

And this was just the revenue from 277 domestic Aeria Malls in a single month.

She remembered Keegan Lindsey had just mentioned that overseas revenue was almost twice that of domestic.

He’s making such a big move gifting the entire mall to her—wouldn’t that piss off Laura Monroe?

Stella’s mind spun rapidly, and suddenly she thought of something.

She looked up at the ridiculously handsome man beside her with a wistful gaze.

Then, in a casual tone, she spoke up.

"Aiden Fordham, you made that much money, but back then you only gave me three hundred million. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"

Aiden Fordham: "..."

The gentle expression on his face froze.

The four executives: "..."

They all looked down in unison, wishing they could shrink into the floor, eyes to nose, nose to heart, desperately trying to minimize their presence.

Keegan Lindsey’s mental alarm went off, his mind spinning fast.

One look, and everyone tactfully slipped out.

"Ma’am, the three hundred million back then was just cash, the fixed assets weren’t even counted."

Aiden’s tone was firm, "Everything I have is yours. Whatever you want, I can give you."

His voice was deep, magnetic, and utterly captivating.

Stella stared straight at him, her clear gaze calm as water.

She looked at him like that for a good ten seconds, then slowly spoke.

"Then I want your black card." She paused, then added, "The unlimited supplementary card."

The sincere and determined look on his face instantly froze.

The air turned deathly silent.

Stella watched his changing expression, and whatever warmth was left in her eyes faded clean away.

She pushed away his arm resting on the armrest and stood up.

"I’m going back to code. Unless it’s important, don’t bother me." Stella threw out coldly.

She got up and walked away.

Aiden was left frozen in place, his face looking as ugly as it gets.

Keegan, seeing the situation, was absolutely baffled.

He crept forward carefully, "President Fordham, why not say yes and give her the supplementary card?"

It’s just a card, isn’t it?

With his wealth, ten cards or eight wouldn’t be a big deal at all.

Aiden’s face was thunderous, the air pressure around him terrifyingly low.

He squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, "The supplementary card—I gave it to Corinne Kensington."

Keegan: "..."

His brain crashed for three seconds.

Shit, this is a hell-level disaster scene.

This is giving him a headache!

Back at her office, Stella typed furiously, her fingers dancing on the keyboard, the crisp sound like a wild rhythm—almost like she was dancing.

She really did want to finish up quickly and leave The Fordham Group as soon as possible.

Her heart had felt stuffed with cotton all morning, heavy and suffocating.

At lunch, she barely touched her food before putting her chopsticks down.

Aiden stared at her tiny figure on the screen, feeling even more stifled in his chest.

He didn’t even know when it started—that her moods could so directly manipulate his own emotions.

D’s little head suddenly poked in at the door, its short legs scuttling over to her side.

"Hi, Miss Grant! Long time no see. I really missed you!"

Stella looked up at the little thing, grabbed a piece of vegetable from her plate, and held it to its mouth.

"Come on, open your mouth, have a bite." She teased it.

D’s electronic voice was full of helplessness, "But I can’t eat human food. It’s such a pity. Actually, I really want to try."

It stood by her side, eyes pleading, face full of sadness.

"001, I’m sorry." She reached out, taking its cold little hand.

Actually, she was apologizing for what happened a few days ago.

D raised its head, its electronic eyes flashing, "Miss Grant, you don’t owe me anything, 001 still really likes you."

She patted its head, "Thank you."

D suddenly seemed to remember something, getting excited, "Miss Grant, are you unhappy? Let me sing for you, I just learned!"

Stella’s eyes instantly lit up, "You can sing? Hurry, show me!"

D cleared its throat and suddenly began to sing.

A segment of Peking opera in an electronic voice, perfectly enunciated, came out fluently.

The tune, the rhythm—it was so hilarious Stella burst out laughing.

Aiden, seeing her smile, visibly softened his expression.

In the afternoon, Keegan sent someone over with afternoon tea.

Stella called him over directly, "Keegan, I might need a small lab."

She explained, "A research project of mine is at a late stage. I have to finish the reagent within two months."

Keegan answered instantly, "Ma’am, everything’s ready."

"Half of an upper floor has already been converted into a top-standard lab. You can use it anytime, and The Fordham Group has all the necessary certifications."

Stella was pleasantly surprised, "That’s perfect, thank you."

"President Fordham arranged it all in advance," he quickly added.

The smile faded slightly from her face. She nodded lightly and didn’t say more, turning back to her computer.

Night fell.

Aiden’s car was parked at the building entrance, waiting for Stella to appear.

As she walked out, he was just about to approach her.

A black business van silently pulled up at the door; Charles Sterling got out as the door opened.

Aiden watched helplessly as Stella got into that van and was whisked away in front of his very eyes.

His face darkened even further.

That night, he went directly to the Nocturne Club to drink.

Aiden sat on the sofa, downing drink after drink in silence.

Damian Hawthorne came over, sat next to him, and clinked glasses with him.

"Heard the Whitman Family heiress is hosting her recognition banquet next month, and you’re a guest of honor. Are you actually going to The Imperial Capital?"

Aiden swirled the ice in his glass, his voice calm, "Of course I have to go."

Damian looked a bit shocked, "The Whitmans may be powerhouses in The Imperial Capital, but with your strength, do you still need a marriage alliance? What about Stella Grant if you go?"

He replied coolly, "I’m taking her with me. Open her eyes a bit."

Damian laughed, "But that’s God N—you better keep an eye on her. My grandma’s watching her every day, dreaming of snatching her as a granddaughter-in-law."

Aiden raised his eyes, shooting a cold, harsh glare over,

"You’d better put away that kind of scheming. She’s not someone just anyone can touch."

She could only belong to him!

As soon as he said that, Damian’s phone screen lit up with a push notification.

He glanced at it, a mischievous look growing on his face. "Aiden, looks like you have a lot of rivals. These boytoys nowadays are really in demand."

He shoved the phone in front of Aiden.

On the screen was a sweet photo.

Stella and a handsome, refined man were eating hot pot together. They were chatting and laughing, the atmosphere lively.

The caption was even more eye-catching: ’God N’s mysterious boyfriend is incredibly good-looking.’

The comments section had exploded. Before long, the man’s identity was dug up by netizens—it was Roman Lynch, a renowned domestic cardiologist.

A pile of comments followed: ’A perfect match,’ ’Wishing God N happiness.’

Aiden’s good-looking face was close to morphing into a rage meme.

He abruptly stood up and strode outside without another word.

Before getting in the car, Keegan called anxiously, "President Fordham, do you want emergency PR?"

He was silent for a few seconds, jaw clenched. "No. Bring everyone to Hotpot City."

Hotpot City in the east of town was bustling and full of life.

Aiden’s arrival instantly attracted everyone’s attention.

"Isn’t that President Fordham? What’s Magnate Fordham doing at a place like this?"

He ignored the murmurs and strode straight for the private rooms.

The private room door was flung open, and Aiden entered, shrouded in a dark aura.

He saw, right then, Roman Lynch picking up a freshly cooked slice of beef and placing it in Stella’s bowl.

Stella looked up, surprised to see him, and put down her chopsticks.

Aiden walked over in a few strides, reaching out to pull her, "Come with me."

His tone was simmering with anger.

"President Fordham, I’m having dinner with a friend. My private time isn’t really under your jurisdiction, is it?"

She shook his hand off without hesitation.

Aiden’s gaze slashed across the man opposite like a knife—he was well aware this golden-spectacled guy had shady intentions for her.

He forced down his fury and softened his tone, "If you want hot pot, I’ll eat with you. Come with me."

His matter-of-fact attitude set her off,

"President Fordham, I don’t need your company, I’m enjoying myself just fine. If there’s nothing else, please leave and stop bothering us."

That was enough to completely light Aiden’s fuse.

The burning rage in his chest burst out—he strode forward and scooped her up in his arms.

"What are you doing!" Stella cried out in alarm.

Roman instantly got up to intervene, only to be mercilessly kicked aside by Aiden, stumbling into the edge of the table.

Stella shrieked, "Dr. Lynch, are you okay?"

She looked up and yelled at Aiden, "Aiden Fordham, what the hell’s wrong with you?"

That shout snapped the last string of his reason.

Seeing her protecting another man only made him angrier than ever.

Without another word, he held her tightly in his arms and walked straight out.

Stella struggled desperately in his arms, pounding his chest with her fists,

"Aiden Fordham, put me down!"

He leaned down, whispering in her ear so only they could hear, "Be good. There are lots of reporters outside."

"Let me go, put me down!" Stella kept shouting.

As they reached the door, sure enough, blinding flashes started going off wildly.

The reporters swarmed forward.

Aiden didn’t stop; before Stella could speak again, he suddenly leaned down and captured her lips with his own.

If they’re going to make the headlines, it better be with him!