CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: PREPARED A STARLIT DINNER

Stella Grant took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions.

"With D, it can indeed help many families."

She spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Especially in some remote areas where medical treatment is inconvenient. It can also alleviate the pressure on the national healthcare system."

She paused and looked at Aiden Fordham. "However, its database... it still feels somewhat incomplete. Can I take a look at its database?"

Because D did not detect the genetic deficiency in her body, nor her allergy to anesthetics.

Aiden Fordham did not answer immediately. He was silent for a few seconds.

Stella Grant’s heart sank, "If it’s inconvenient, then forget it."

She hurriedly said.

"I just think it’s still a bit lacking, although the previous diagnosis was already very accurate, or I could provide some rare cases."

"If we could combine a more comprehensive case database, it might provide more personalized, even deeper solutions."

Aiden Fordham looked at her. D is scheduled for a global release next month. This is a product that the group has spent years developing. He couldn’t make it perfect, but according to test data feedback, the approval rating had already reached 97%.

"Sure."

He took a small gold USB drive from his suit pocket and handed it to Stella Grant.

"This contains the core data of D. And the highest level access of Fordham Medical."

Stella Grant took the USB drive, the cold metal touch reaching her fingertips.

Highest level access?

She thought it was just an ordinary data interface.

"Yes, D is not perfect."

Aiden Fordham’s voice was somewhat low.

"It can detect early signals of cancer. But it can’t provide specific treatment plans, which is why..."

His voice paused for a moment.

"I’ve always been eager to collaborate with God N."

Stella Grant tightened her grip on the USB drive in her hand.

So that’s how it is!

D is the result of Fordham Medical’s efforts.

God N, on the other hand, is her hidden identity.

She looked at Aiden Fordham.

"Thank you. I’ll take a good look later to see if there’s anything that needs improvement."

Aiden Fordham didn’t speak, feeling somewhat gloomy inside. This God N, still refused to add him as a contact.

Not even willing to meet, it seems he’d have to confront him at the summit.

At this moment, there were still four days until the summit.

"Let’s have breakfast first!" Aiden Fordham’s voice carried a rare gentleness, as he placed a small plate in front of her. On it were seven different styles and colors of small pieces of bread, looking soft as if they were soufflé-like.

"This is Cloud Bread, specially researched by the pastry chef. Try it..."

"Pfft!"

Stella Grant suddenly sprayed out a mouthful of juice, trying hard to suppress a smile.

Aiden Fordham keenly noticed her abnormality, "What’s wrong? Is it not made correctly?"

"No, no, I’ll try it." She picked up a pink one and took a bite.

Soft and tasty, not too sweet or greasy, surprisingly delicious.

"Delicious, thank you for specifically making it for me... Cloud Bread!" She replied with a bright smile, feeling a warmth in her heart!

Aiden Fordham felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it!

After breakfast, Aiden Fordham went to the company, and Stella Grant immersed herself in the study.

She sat in front of Aiden Fordham’s top-tier supercomputer, her fingers swiftly tapping on the keyboard as she entered D’s super database.

The screen displayed flowing data streams and intricately complex program codes that left her stunned.

The Fordham Group, over four years, invested nearly more than forty billion in funds. It collaborated with three top research institutes at home and abroad, conducting trial runs in over thirteen thousand hospitals.

This is not just a business project.

Stella Grant seemed to sense, through this cold data, Aiden Fordham’s empathy and care for the world, that warm desire to change the world through great love.

The hospital’s intelligent systems were already running stably. Once D officially launched, it would bring good news to countless patient families.

Her heart was deeply touched.

With a slight finger movement, she silently created a hidden file deep in the enormous database.

She set an extremely complex trigger password.

Then, she began to input those complex equations line by line.

This was a vast and sophisticated project, and not a single character could be wrong.

She concentrated fully, as time passed through her fingertips.

For over seven hours, she was immersed in it.

The lunch delivered by the servant was left untouched beside her, already cold.

It wasn’t until she finally finished inputting the last character, letting out a long sigh and stretching, that she realized it was already dusk outside the window.

Just after seven in the evening, Stella Grant felt somewhat tired and hungry. She slowly held onto the intricately carved stair railing as she descended the stairs.

Keegan Lindsey, being sharp-eyed, immediately came up to her, "Madam, watch your step."

He quickly walked to her side, extending his hands cautiously in a circle around her with an intent to protect, yet not daring to touch her at all.

Stella Grant reached the bottom of the stairs only to find the large dining table completely empty, with no dinner prepared by the butler.

Keegan Lindsey had a slightly mysterious smile on his face, "Madam, President Fordham has prepared a special starlit dinner for you tonight."

He slightly bowed, "Please follow me to the car."

Dusk had completely fallen, the night was upon them.

Keegan Lindsey carefully assisted Stella Grant into a convertible estate vehicle, which slowly started and headed towards the riverbank on the western side of the estate.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, inside a dim yet luxuriously extravagant private room.

Corinne Kensington was roughly thrown to the ground, slowly regaining consciousness with dizziness, seeing nothing but darkness, her face covered with something.

Fear instantly seized her.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

She screamed, her voice trembling with fear.

"Let me go! Please let me go!"

A pair of rough hands suddenly ripped off the black cloth covering her eyes.

The suddenly glaring light made her instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes.

It took quite a while before she could barely adjust to the light.

When she saw the man sitting on the broad chair opposite, she was like a person doused in ice water, instantly freezing.

It was a stern yet very familiar old face.

She was so frightened that she couldn’t stop trembling all over, her mouth slightly open, unable to utter any words, not even remembering the most basic plea for mercy.

The man sitting there looked about sixty years old, dressed in a meticulously tailored dark traditional Chinese robe, with a finely crafted satin skullcap on his head, exuding an old-fashioned dignity and extraordinary presence with every movement.

His hands were intertwined, leaning on a heavy cane.

At the top of the cane was an enormous yellow diamond, estimated to be at least 100 carats, refracting a dazzling brilliance under the lights.

The man looked at her terrified appearance, the corners of his mouth curving into a sinister smile.

"My little Ila, long time no see."

His voice was slow and hoarse, with a sort of eerie nostalgia.

Corinne Kensington was terrified, her survival instinct forcing her to cry and shout despite herself.

"No! You’ve got the wrong person! I’m not Ila! I’m the famous actress Corinne Kensington! Do you want money? I can call someone to bring it to you! Whatever amount you need! Please let me go! Please let me go!"

Bruno Duvall’s smile deepened, yet his gaze remained icily devoid of any warmth.

"The famous actress Corinne Kensington?"

He repeated the name with a mocking tone.

"Ha ha, cleaned up so well, haven’t you?"

He stood up, pacing to Corinne’s front, looking down on her.

"But no matter how clean, you can’t wash away that inherent scent of yours."

He leaned down, getting close to her, taking a deep breath, his expression a mix of intoxication and disgust.

"It’s truly nostalgic."

His gaze bore no anger, only a cold, playful cruelty.

He relished in her fear, her pain.

Then, he slowly undid the belt around his waist, a belt that obviously was worth a fortune, made of exquisite material.

"No!" Corinne’s eyes widened in terror, her body desperately retreating backward.

"Smack! Smack!" Twice, the belt lashed harshly across Corinne’s exposed arms.

Corinne screamed in pain, her pale skin immediately displaying two glaring red welts, burning fiercely.

"No! It’s really not me! You’ve got the wrong person!"

She frantically shook her head.

"I beg you, let me go! How much do you want? I can pay! A hundred million! Two hundred million is fine! Just let me go!"

She lay prostrate on the ground, crying out in a miserable and disheveled state.

Bruno Duvall suddenly let out a low, eerie laugh.

"So disobedient, my little Ila."

His tone was as if scolding a disobedient pet.

"You know, only by being obedient will you avoid suffering."

With those words barely uttered, he suddenly reached out, violently grabbing Corinne’s hair, the tremendous force causing her scalp to ache as she screamed, being dragged up from the ground by him.

With a strong heave, he threw her whole body harshly onto the broad, soft bed beside them.

"I’ve been searching for you for so many years. You’ve truly been disobedient. Tell me, how should I punish you?"