Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 195: His High-Profile Confession Shocks the Entire City

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: His High-Profile Confession Shocks the Entire City

"It’s okay."

Stella Grant replied, immediately pointing to the fleeing figure, urgently shouting, "Something’s wrong with his suitcase!"

The man’s eyes swept over.

The bodyguards behind him immediately understood, sprinting forward to firmly pin the person to the ground in a few moves.

The suitcase was forcibly opened.

As expected, a pink little girl was curled inside like a kitten, her eyes tightly closed.

The man’s pupils contracted suddenly, rushing over in shock to lift the girl out of the suitcase, his voice so tense it changed pitch.

"Dahlia! Dahlia, wake up!"

"Let me take a look." Stella Grant hurried over, took the child, and checked carefully.

"No need to worry, she should be under the influence of some sedative."

She took a delicate white porcelain vial from her bag and gently waved it under the child’s nose.

"Wah—"

The child instantly awoke, mouth opening wide to cry.

The man carefully cradled the child in his arms, gently patting her back.

"Dahlia, it’s okay. Uncle is here, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid."

He coaxed softly, his voice gentle enough to melt, and the child gradually stopped crying in his embrace.

The man signaled the bodyguards with a glance to take the trafficker away for processing.

Then he turned back solemnly to look at Stella Grant.

"Hello, I’m Ethan Monroe. Thank you for rescuing my niece."

"If there’s a chance, I hope to repay you personally."

Stella Grant smiled calmly, "You’re too kind, Mr. Monroe. It was just a little effort."

He asked again, "May I know your name?"

Stella Grant extended her hand and introduced herself confidently.

"Stella Grant."

Ethan Monroe’s heart shook violently, his eyes changing completely.

He seriously, inch by inch, studied the beautiful woman before him.

So, she was the legendary God N.

The look in his eyes towards her suddenly contained an indescribable meaning.

At that moment, Claire arrived with a group of mall security guards, panting heavily.

Stella Grant briefly explained the situation to the security guards, then bid farewell to Ethan Monroe.

...

Meanwhile, in the President Fordham’s office of the Fordham Group.

Aiden Fordham watched the surveillance video just sent by the manager.

When he saw a tall man reach out to catch Stella Grant as she was about to fall, his gaze became sharp.

When he recognized the man’s face, he suddenly stood up from his chair.

How could it be Ethan Monroe? Why would he be in Meritopia?

Others didn’t know, but he was very aware.

Ethan Monroe and Miss Whitman were engaged to be married since childhood.

The Monroe and Whitman Families have been close for generations. The Monroe Family is a top medical family in the country, with deep roots and influence abroad, truly an invisible empire.

Aiden Fordham immediately felt a strong sense of crisis.

He picked up the phone, dialed a number, his voice cold enough to freeze.

"Create some issues with the Monroe Family’s project and make Ethan Monroe return to The Imperial Capital immediately..."

He walked to the window, lit a cigarette, his eyes unreadable.

The news of Corinne Kensington’s assault had already reached him.

In the past, he would have been outraged, rushing to The Imperial Capital to tear those punks apart.

But now, he was very calm, because his savior wasn’t Corinne Kensington.

It was Stella.

Corinne Kensington enjoyed wealth that wasn’t meant for her; she ought to bear the misfortunes that weren’t meant for her either.

God is fair, never favoring anyone.

Finally, he decided to have Keegan Lindsey deliver the information to the Whitman Family, resolving to remove Minister Lindsey as a barrier.

Smoothing the path for Stella’s return.

Elsewhere, in the presidential suite of Stellario Hotel.

All information regarding Stella Grant was handed to Ethan Monroe immediately.

Her radiant smile lingered in his mind incessantly.

She was God N, the focus of the world’s attention, while the Monroe Family was deeply rooted in the medical sector.

God N was naturally his Lover.

His fingertips lightly traced the name "Stella Grant" on the document, his lips curving, adding a hint of tenderness and inquiry to his gaze.

Suddenly, he took out a photograph from his wallet, showing a little boy and girl hand in hand, standing in a garden, looking around four or five years old.

He still couldn’t believe that the Whitman Family’s recovered delicate and pretentious actress Corinne Kensington was his Sierra.

He had heard Sierra was found in Meritopia. Upon returning to the country, he came to Meritopia right away.

His sister is married to the Eldest Master Grant of Meritopia’s Grant Family, so he conveniently paid a family visit.

Stella Grant looked remarkably similar to Mrs. Whitman; if she truly was Sierra, he dared not imagine any further, already excited beyond calm...

As night deepened, the Sterling Family welcomed another batch of distinguished guests.

Ethan Monroe led his sister and brother-in-law to personally express their gratitude.

Mr. and Mrs. Sterling were absolutely delighted.

Mrs. Sterling knew well; the Monroe Family in The Imperial Capital was as prestigious as the Whitman Family, an invisible aristocracy, a powerhouse within the elite.

Although they were somewhat less wealthy than Aiden Fordham, they were favored for being handsome, clean, without those messy scandals.

In this regard, they won outright.

Thus, Mr. and Mrs. Sterling’s enthusiasm visibly surged. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

As Stella Grant descended the stairs.

Ethan Monroe sitting upright on the couch abruptly stood up.

His tall figure, in a dark suit outlining broad shoulders and a lean waist.

A pair of gentle yet sharp eyes focused intensely on her, carrying a dedicated warmth.

She was his goddess—God N.

A god-like figure.

Mrs. Sterling hurried forward, grabbing Stella Grant by the arm, "Stella, Mr. Monroe is here specifically to thank you."

She introduced everyone: "This is Miss Monroe, currently the eldest daughter-in-law of the Grant Family. And this is Eldest Master Grant."

Stella Grant recalled in her mind that they were the eldest brother and sister-in-law of that scoundrel Abraham Grant.

She nodded politely, "Hello."

Miss Monroe rushed over immediately, her eyes slightly red, grabbing her hand with a slight tremor in her palm.

"Miss Grant, thank you so much for today."

"If it weren’t for your timely intervention, our little Dahlia might have been taken away. You are truly a great benefactor to our Grant Family."

Stella Grant smiled lightly, "Miss Monroe, you’re exaggerating. It was just a small effort, as long as Dahlia is safe."

Miss Monroe turned her head and scolded her brother.

"It’s all your fault, couldn’t even keep an eye on a child. Come over here and thank Miss Grant!"

Ethan Monroe came over.

His presence was strong, each step steady and powerful, subconsciously bridging the distance between them.

"Miss Grant, thank you for saving Dahlia today." His voice was deep, magnetic, "I will remember this debt, and in the future, if there’s anything I can do for you, I will do it without hesitation."

Saying that, he handed over his business card with both hands, a simplistically designed black card.

Stella Grant laughed, reached out to accept the card, her fingertips accidentally brushing against his finger, making his heartbeat skip a beat.

"Alright then." Her tone was cheerful, "You must treat us to a big meal another day, and I’ll bring my friends along."

Ethan Monroe’s previously serious handsome face finally broke into a smile, like snow melting in spring, becoming instantly vivid.

"I hope you come to The Imperial Capital, I’ll take you to the best hotpot, show you the most beautiful snowy scenery, and tour all the famous spots..."

Vivi Sterling immediately showed interest.

"Really? We’re planning to go to The Imperial Capital in a few days, a ready-made tour guide is at hand!"

Ethan Monroe’s eyes lit up, joy unabashedly spreading across his face.

"That’s wonderful, Ethan must be a good host."

"I heard there’s been heavy snowfall in The Imperial Capital, won’t it be cold?" Vivi Sterling asked longingly.

"It’ll be quite cold, as The Imperial Capital is up north. Are you afraid of the cold, Miss Sterling?"

Vivi Sterling patted her chest, "I’m not afraid, I’m like a penguin."

Mr. and Mrs. Sterling exchanged glances; last time, she hadn’t said that.

If Hugh Whitman were to hear this, wouldn’t he be enraged?

Everyone chatted happily, the atmosphere was harmonious, and the Sterling Family was very satisfied with Ethan Monroe...

President Fordham’s Office at the Fordham Group.

Aiden Fordham heard that Ethan Monroe went to the Sterling Family.

He couldn’t sit still.

What is that guy up to? Has he taken a fancy to his wife?

Keegan Lindsey stood beside the boss, sensing the freeze in the air, looking at the storm brewing in his boss’s dark eyes.

He decisively spoke up, "President Fordham, let’s assert our dominance to make it clear to those eyeing madam, just whose woman she is."

Soon after.

Above the Sterling villa, the night sky was suddenly illuminated.

An enormous fleet of drones soared above the Sterling grounds, like a disciplined silver army.

They changed formations, putting on a stunningly beautiful love show.

Flower petals danced across the sky, as if given life, gently falling from the dark heavens.

The fragrant aroma engulfed the entirety.

This unexpected grand scene amazed the entire city.

"Oh my God, what’s happening?"

"So beautiful!"

"Looks like it’s the Fordham Group’s drones, confessing to God N."

Everyone in the villa stepped outside, looking up at the sky, eyes full of awe.

In the sky, the drone lights sparkled, constantly changing formations, and finally forming huge glowing letters in the night sky.

[Stella darling, I miss you, I love you, thank you for 5210 days of knowing you]

As the letters changed, a wave of paper airplanes floated down, swaying in the breeze, littering the entire villa.

Only Stella Grant could understand the impact of these paper airplanes... She picked one up, placed it in her palm, and saw it was covered with her name.

Ethan Monroe stood amidst the crowd, his eyes deeply watching the scene, the gentle smile on his lips gradually froze.

Meanwhile, the most renowned financial editor in the country was conducting an exclusive interview with Aiden Fordham.

The interview was nearing its end, with the atmosphere just right.

The editor looked at this strikingly handsome man before him and threw out the last question.

"President Fordham, tonight’s Fordham Group’s drone display got the whole city talking, will you be remarrying God N?"

What a sharp question.

Everyone held their breath, the cameras tightly focused on Aiden Fordham’s face.

You could see Aiden Fordham leaning back in his chair, legs crossed, lazily giving a cold two-word response.

"Not happening."

He paused briefly, then added.

"As if I’ve lost my mind."

The whole room was dumbfounded.

The professional smile on the editor’s face froze.

There was a sudden silence, the air became still.

Just when everyone thought the live broadcast was going to have a mishap, Aiden Fordham looked up.

Those deep eyes swept across the camera, with unquestionable seriousness, he clearly stated word by word:

"We never divorced, why remarry!"

Everyone: ...

In the next second, the entire internet crashed.

#PresidentFordhamGodNNeverDivorced# rocketed to the top of trending searches, followed by a bold "explosive" tag.

Stella Grant looked at the falling petals and paper airplanes, hummed, crazy, then walked into the house.

But the corners of her mouth lifted into a beautiful smile...