CHAPTER 139: CHAPTER 139: MR. WEST, IT WAS STELLA GRANT WHO TOOK LIBERTIES!

The nightclub was in chaos.

Keegan Lindsey quickly walked out and stood next to Aiden Fordham, lowering his voice: "President Fordham, do we need to do anything?"

Aiden Fordham’s profile was cold and hard, his gaze sweeping over the flickering lights and shadows, his tone as indifferent as the March wind: "There’s nothing we need to do."

He paused and added, "Let’s go."

After speaking, he strode out without looking back, taking off his coat and tossing it into a trash can outside the door. The woman’s scent made him nauseous.

Meanwhile, the nightclub’s search team was kicking open one private room after another.

When they burst into Zane Zimmerman’s room, they saw him lounging lazily on the sofa, with a charming beauty snuggled on his left and another beauty feeding him a drink on his right.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and perfume.

The head bodyguard who recognized the person on the sofa broke out in a cold sweat, quickly waving his hand: "Sorry for the disturbance, Master Zimmerman, please continue."

A group of people slunk away dejectedly.

Before long, Zane Zimmerman left the nightclub arrogantly with the two beauties in his arms, surrounded by a retinue of bodyguards.

His men drove directly to the most luxurious hotel in the city center.

In the high-end suite on the top floor, beyond the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were the dazzling city lights.

Stella Grant stood barefoot in front of the cold glass, her mind replaying over and over the intimate interaction between Aiden Fordham and that stranger in the nightclub. He intended to stay in Mardale and "accompany" her for three months!

Then there was his "hero saving the damsel" act with Mr. West.

Every detail felt like needles piercing her heart, causing dense, painful stabs.

Vivi Sterling walked out of the bathroom, her body carrying the steam of a shower, gently hugging Stella from behind, resting her chin on Stella’s thin shoulder.

"Stella, I’m sorry, today’s mess was all my fault, you almost got into trouble," her voice carried guilt, "Luckily, you wore that self-defense ring, otherwise..."

Stella raised her hand and lightly patted the hands wrapped around her waist, her voice a bit hoarse: "Vivi, it’s not your fault."

Vivi Sterling sighed, pressing her cheek against Stella’s hair, and mumbled:

"Stella, let’s give up on this man. Since he has a new target, let’s not linger."

She was trying to persuade her to let go.

Stella lowered her eyelashes, their thickness casting a small shadow under her eyes.

In her heart, a voice was saying: Yes, he’s not worth it anymore.

Aiden Fordham, from now on, may the mountains be high and the roads long, may we each live our own brilliant lives.

You take your own path, I’ll take my own narrow bridge!

At that moment, Aiden Fordham had just returned to the villa.

As soon as he stepped inside, he sneezed unexpectedly, rubbing his nose as his brow furrowed.

Upon returning to the villa, the bed in the secondary bedroom was empty.

The watch on his wrist indicated it was ten o’clock.

This late, where had Stella Grant gone?

Aiden Fordham took out his phone and dialed Stella Grant’s number.

The phone rang persistently, over and over, yet no one answered.

His heart gradually sank.

A bodyguard hurried in, reporting softly: "President Fordham, Madame left a little after seven, took a taxi alone, and didn’t say where she was going."

"Alone?" Aiden Fordham’s tone shot up, the unease in his heart magnified instantly, burning him from the inside out.

He yelled out, "Find her! All of you, go search!"

Nearing ten o’clock, Keegan Lindsey walked in hurriedly.

"President Fordham, we’ve tracked Madame’s whereabouts."

Aiden Fordham suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot: "Speak!"

"Madame went drinking with Miss Sterling in the evening, and they... were accompanied by Zane Zimmerman. Later, Zane Zimmerman took them back to a hotel."

Hearing the word "hotel," Aiden Fordham’s tightly wound nerves slightly loosened, at least knowing she was safe.

However, Keegan Lindsey’s next words made the heart Aiden had just calmed leap back into his throat.

"President Fordham, they went to Mandoria!"

Aiden Fordham’s hand holding the phone tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white.

"Mandoria?" He repeated the place name, a strong sense of foreboding gripping him instantly.

Another sleepless night passed, and early the next morning, as Aiden Fordham descended from upstairs, his phone buzzed.

He answered, hearing Zeno West’s tearful scream on the other end: "President Fordham! My brother... he’s been poisoned! The doctor says, the doctor says there’s no cure! Waa—"

Aiden Fordham’s expression sank, grabbing his coat and heading out, "I’m on my way."

Heading straight to Mr. West’s castle.

After some inquiries, Aiden Fordham came out of the castle, his expression somewhat relaxed.

Keegan Lindsey approached cautiously, asking: "President Fordham, are you... really going to date this Miss West?"

Aiden Fordham’s lips pressed into a straight line, coldly uttering three words: "Not possible!"

But now is a good opportunity.

He said coldly, "As long as I can cure Cillian West, I can force that Zeno to disappear automatically."

Keegan Lindsey was a bit puzzled: "But the doctors all say..."

"The poison is the seven-color brocade," Aiden Fordham interrupted him, his tone firm, "I know who can cure it."

At that moment, Keegan Lindsey’s phone notification sounded.

He opened it, his face changing dramatically, crying out: "President Fordham, it’s bad! Madame... Madame and Mr. Sterling, they’re going back home! They’re already at the airport!"

Aiden Fordham’s surrounding air pressure instantly dropped to freezing point, he almost ground out the words: "To the airport!"

When they arrived at the airport, Vivi Sterling and Charles Sterling were embracing, seemingly bidding farewell, about to board the plane.

"Stella." Aiden Fordham hurried over, "You can’t go."

He began to speak.

Vivi Sterling got angry the moment she saw him, "Aiden Fordham, you still have the nerve to come?"

Stella Grant remained calm, "Let me talk to him."

The two of them moved to a relatively quiet corner, and Aiden Fordham spoke first, "You’re going back to Meritopia?"

"President Fordham, are you planning not to go back and stay here to play for a few months?" She seemed to have a hidden meaning, her tone laced with sarcasm.

His heart involuntarily panicked for a moment, what did she know?

"You can’t leave!" He used a commanding tone, "Before, you promised to take care of me, you can’t go back on your word."

"President Fordham, if you truly need someone to take care of you, I can hire 10 nannies for you."

Stella Grant exuded a cold aura, making him feel very uncomfortable.

"Stella, did you misunderstand something? I can explain to you, just don’t leave."

In a panic, he directly grasped her wrist but didn’t dare use force.

Stella Grant didn’t struggle, "Aiden Fordham, don’t hold me back, you can’t keep me."

Her eyes carried despair, her tone indifferent, making it uncomfortable to hear.

"Haven’t we reconciled?" He was a bit at a loss, "Didn’t you no longer hate me?"

Why was she being so indifferent?

"Yes, we reconciled, but I no longer want to stay by your side." She turned to leave.

"Stella Grant, can you help me save a friend?" In his urgency, he spoke up.

She paused, already knowing who needed saving, "A friend?"

"Yes, he’s been poisoned, they say doctors have compassionate hearts, only you can save him."

He began moral coercion, seeing her hesitate, he added more force, "As long as you save him, I will agree to let you leave."

Stella Grant took a deep breath, what a good compassionate heart for doctors.

Yes, she wavered.

In the end, after bidding farewell to Mr. Sterling, she followed Aiden Fordham back to the villa.

As soon as they got out of the car, Aiden Fordham reached out and held her tightly in his arms, heaven knows how tense he had been just now.

At this moment, Stella Grant was like a puppet, expressionless, terrifyingly cold.

"Tell me, what happened? Why do you want to leave?"

Indeed, he wanted to communicate with her, this kind of silent treatment was too torturous.

"I don’t want to say!" Her voice was still very cold, showing no emotion, driving people crazy.

He was stunned, gently saying, "After some time passes, I will accompany you back."

At this moment, Keegan Lindsey walked in and said, "President Fordham, Miss West is here."

As soon as the words fell, the stunning Zeno West walked in, her eyes flashed the moment she saw Aiden Fordham holding a woman.

Aiden Fordham was still holding Stella Grant, with no intention of letting go.

"This is Miss NOVA, I presume? Nice to meet you. I’m Zeno." She cordially greeted, her gaze fixed on Aiden Fordham’s hands.

Stella Grant nodded, prying open Aiden Fordham’s big hands.

"President Fordham, didn’t you say someone could cure my brother’s poison? Let’s hurry." Zeno urged.

Stella Grant asked indifferently, "Miss West’s brother, is it Mr. West?"

Her words startled Aiden Fordham.

"Yes, as long as you can save my brother, I can pay any amount of money."

Zeno nodded, displaying a show of wealth.

"Sorry, I’m a bit tired today, I’ll go tomorrow." Stella Grant responded coldly, adding, "Don’t worry, your brother will still be alive tomorrow."

Zeno erupted on the spot, with a commanding manner, "What do you mean, I want you to come with me now."

Aiden Fordham shouted, "See her out!"

Keegan Lindsey immediately came in and escorted the troublesome Zeno out.

Stella Grant asked indifferently, with a trace of inexplicable hatred in her eyes, "Do you really want me to save him? Even though he once bullied me?"

This was a deadly question.

"Actually, that night, he didn’t really... disrespect you." Aiden Fordham mustered the courage to confess.

"Then do you know why he was poisoned? Do you know who poisoned him?"

Aiden Fordham’s pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt chills.

She was... the waitress who was molested by Cillian West!

Keegan Lindsey, at the corner, accidentally overheard this, too scared to breathe! This deadlock, he couldn’t untangle!

"Stella." Aiden Fordham’s throat tightened, speaking with difficulty, his face burning, never before so embarrassed.

"It’s not what you saw, I have nothing to do with that Miss West, it’s just acting!"

Stella Grant chuckled lightly, with a hint of bitter sarcasm, "I never knew, President Fordham, you’re also good at acting!"

She paused, her voice light like a feather, yet it hit his heart heavily, "But it doesn’t matter, I won’t take it seriously in the future!"

After speaking, she turned to leave.

"Stella Grant."

"Stella."

"Stella."

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