CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 110: HER SILENT FAREWELL

Inside, it wasn’t jewelry, but a yellowed paper airplane.

This is... twelve years ago, the paper airplane he took out from his pocket to cheer her up when he left her at the farm to recover.

The paper has yellowed, carrying the marks of time.

He gently unfolded it, inside were dates written everywhere.

One glance and he knew, these were the days they met, but not many.

Clearly over three years, more than a thousand days, yet it recorded only a hundred or so dates.

His heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife; those unrecorded days were all his missed chances with her.

He saw two familiar dates, 02090630 (the numbers of her key), the year with the first one was that New Year’s Eve twelve years ago when he rescued her, and the year with the latter 0630 was when Corinne Kensington saved him. Why were they recorded by her too, did she witness it that day?

He thoughtfully pondered something, continuing to look through other contents in the box.

Contained inside were all his photos and paper cuttings. Those photos ranged from his youthful innocence to his mature present, flashing through his mind one by one.

His spirited look when receiving awards; his stern profile in finance news; and even a photo quietly taken by her while he sat in the garden when his eye condition occurred.

His heart felt squeezed, twisted and torn.

It turned out, her life was filled with him, only him. Now, she left all these here, took nothing with her, this was her... silent farewell.

His eyes reddened.

He held the heavy box. It wasn’t the weight, but twelve years of time, her silent love.

His knuckles whitened from force, the shape of the bones was clearly visible. Eyes brimmed with moisture, a feeling like grit grating on his eyeballs or something fiercely binding him tightly.

Finally, he took the box out of the apartment.

"Fix the door." he commanded hoarsely.

Keegan Lindsey looked at his desolate demeanor and cautiously said, "President Fordham, could she have returned to F-Country? That’s where Bluebird’s headquarters are."

Aiden Fordham’s gaze instantly sharpened.

"Prepare the private jet." he said immediately, "Going to F-Country."

As night descended, Nation A’s Bluebird division stood particularly prominent.

Andy Lockwood, eyes bloodshot, stormed into the building.

"Where’s Stella Grant?"

His voice was hoarse, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

The division head trembled in fear: "President Lockwood, President Grant... President Grant has never been at Nation A’s division."

Andy Lockwood grabbed his collar, eyes dangerous: "Better not lie."

The head turned pale with fright: "Truly... truly no, we... we haven’t received notification of President Grant returning."

Andy Lockwood panicked, picked up the phone, dialed a number, "By any means necessary, find Stella Grant, ensure her safety, hurry! Investigate Chris Mark’s whereabouts and that lunatic’s location."

"Yes!"

...

Elsewhere,

At four AM, Aiden Fordham’s private jet arrived in F-Country. Before leaving Meritopia, he arranged for Corinne Kensington to further her studies abroad and handed over evidence of Mr. Kensington for tax evasion and Helen Warren’s incitement to murder to the relevant authorities!

Helen Warren killed his child; how could he not avenge?

Aiden Fordham didn’t return to the hotel for rest but hurried to Bluebird Technologies’ headquarters. By then, the entire building was brightly lit. Keegan Lindsey tightly followed, not daring to even yawn.

Aiden Fordham stood in the center of the lobby, exuding an aura that repelled others.

Iris Summers, dark circles under her eyes, perked up and greeted, "President Fordham, welcome to Bluebird. I am Iris Summers, responsible for Bluebird."

Aiden Fordham’s gaze swept over her like an ice blade: "Where is Stella Grant?"

Iris Summers put on a smile: "President Grant is busy with work and hasn’t returned to headquarters."

"Where is she?" Aiden Fordham’s voice was low, tinged with an imperceptible tremor.

"Sorry, we have no right to question President Grant’s whereabouts." Iris Summers maintained a professional smile, flawless, "However, the authorization documents for the equation to the Fordham Group and cooperation agreements with the foundation are all prepared."

Yes, she arranged everything, so she could leave unhindered.

With patience exhausted, Aiden Fordham grabbed Iris Summers’ arm, his grip astonishingly strong, "Tell me! Where exactly is she!"

Seeing this, Keegan Lindsey quickly stepped in to stop him, "President Fordham, calm down!"

Iris Summers grimaced from the pain, her expression slightly changed, "President Fordham, this makes things difficult for me, I truly don’t know President Grant’s whereabouts."

Keegan Lindsey received a message, his face changed slightly, leaning to whisper in Aiden Fordham’s ear: "Andy Lockwood went to Nation A."

Aiden Fordham’s eyes glinted: "Nation A’s division?" He turned to ask the woman again, "Could she be at Nation A’s division."

Iris Summers quickly shook her head, "President Grant is, also not at the division!"

Aiden Fordham’s eyes flashed, this woman’s certainty proved she knew where she was!

Aiden Fordham released Iris Summers and coldly stated, "Take me to her office."

Inside the office, the minimalist style, clean and like her character.

The wall had a painting of a white lily, proud and independent.

On the desk was a youthful photo which hit him instantly.

It was her bachelor’s graduation photo.

She smiled brightly and boldly, standing before her alma mater’s notice board.

On the board, prominently displayed was a photo of him, with the name "Aiden Fordham" next to it.

That was their only photo together.

Aiden Fordham’s throat felt blocked, painfully uncomfortable.

Her eyes in the photo shone with light, filled with anticipation for the future.

Yet he let down that anticipation.

He picked up the photo, fingers gently caressing her smiling face on it.

"Stella, wait for me, don’t run too far!"

...

The dawn was just right.

Stella Grant opened the window, the salty sea breeze brought the unique coolness of morning to her face. In front was an expanse of endless blue, dotted with fishing boats travelling afar, forming an exceptionally beautiful sea view.

Her mood was good.

This was a place in F-Country called "Rookstone," where she was currently settled in a villa facing the sea, considered a safe house.

The villa wasn’t large, but it was exquisite and cozy, with the yard filled with local vibrant blossoms, red, yellow, purple, blooming vigorously under the morning light.

Rookstone had an old-fashioned charm, away from the hustle, surrounded by sea on three sides, naturally forming a difficult-to-attack barrier.

Thus, it claimed to be F-Country’s safest place.

Since her identity suddenly exposed, the officials of Celestia and F-Country showed unprecedented tension.

At this moment, she was a global focus, shadows lurking in the darkness aiming at her, eager to tear her apart.

Meanwhile, in a distant dark forest, a rotting and fierce face stared at the video of that beautiful face, showing a deranged smile.

Four years, it was time for all this to end...

Stella Grant’s hand slipped suddenly, the water cup shattered to pieces on the ground!