CHAPTER 7: CHAPTER 7: WHO IS GOD N

The group walked into the club.

The Gilded Banyan is nestled in a secluded corner of the city’s busiest district, yet it feels like another world.

Here, there’s no cold steel and concrete, only small bridges over flowing streams, pavilions and towers, each step revealing a meticulously crafted Jiangnan garden scene.

Everyone who steps here is someone influential in Meritopia and even nationwide.

Tonight, the place is even more dazzling with star power.

In the midst of the crowd, Stella Grant walked towards the reserved "Hibiscus" private room.

She wore a simple yet stylish white dress, her icy aura clashing with the surrounding hustle and bustle, yet somehow attracting all eyes.

Andy Lockwood walked beside her, half a step behind, his demeanor affectionate but respectful, his brows softened by a gentle smile.

In the shadow not far away, Aiden Fordham held a wine glass, his deep eyes like a cold pool, firmly locked on her slender figure.

Stella Grant?

How could she be mingling with Andy Lockwood?

He squinted, his gaze threading through the crowd, precisely capturing her side profile.

It’s really her.

The woman who still carries the title of Aiden Fordham’s wife!

His gaze followed with their movement, finally stopping at the entrance of the "Hibiscus" private room.

The door of the private room wasn’t fully shut, leaving a gap.

Aiden Fordham, driven by an irresistible force, walked over, his eyes peering through the gap inside.

Andy Lockwood sat in the main seat, with two women beside him.

One was Stella Grant.

Ha, with her bland appearance, how could she possibly be the illustrious and enigmatic God N?

Aiden Fordham scoffed internally.

The other young woman appeared younger, with a hint of naivety and eagerness on her face, even more unlikely to be that legendary figure.

Could it be...

Aiden Fordham’s sharp gaze swept to the young man beside Stella Grant, who was always cheerful yet carried a unique presence.

Is it him? God N?

Is God N very familiar with Stella Grant? Why hadn’t she ever mentioned him before?

Aiden Fordham felt an inexplicable irritation rising from his heart.

At that moment, Stella Grant’s phone rang. She whispered something to Andy Lockwood and then walked out alone.

She went to a quiet spot below the corridor, ready to answer the call.

"Hello..."

Before the words slipped out, a strong force suddenly yanked her over!

Amidst the whirl, Stella Grant crashed into a hard, scorching chest, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with a familiar cold scent hit her face.

It’s Aiden Fordham!

"Stella Grant, you’ve gotten bold!"

The man’s deep, icy voice sounded above her head, filled with undisguised disdain and anger.

"If I remember correctly, we haven’t divorced yet, and you’re already too restless to wait, so eager to find your next match?"

His arm clamped tightly around her waist like an iron grip, the force so strong it was about to crush her.

Stella Grant felt a sharp pain.

She struggled hard, attempting to push him away, her tone cold as ice, "Aiden Fordham, are you crazy! Let go of me!"

Aiden Fordham didn’t release her, instead, he tightened his grip, his handsome face closing in, a complex emotion swirling in his eyes.

There was anger, reluctance, and even a trace of possessiveness he hadn’t realized.

"Am I crazy?"

He sneered.

"Seeing your wife chattering happily with another man, should I not be crazy?"

"President Fordham really forgets easily, have you forgotten we’re in the process of divorcing?"

Stella Grant raised her head, fearlessly meeting his gaze, her lips curving into a mocking smile, "Besides, when did President Fordham have such deep feelings for me?"

Aiden Fordham’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, staring at her charming face, suddenly a sultry image flashed in his mind,

"You know, when I found myself unable to resist you."

Stella Grant froze, then a blush crept over her fair cheeks.

When did this man become so shameless?

"President Fordham, did you corner me here today just to reminisce about the past?"

Aiden Fordham released her, returning to his usual aloofness, "You seem quite familiar with Andy Lockwood?"

"And then..."

"Then you must know who God N is, right?" Aiden Fordham finally voiced his inner question.

Stella Grant looked at him with an almost-smile, "Oh, so President Fordham is also interested in God N. Oh, I forgot, The Fordham Group is also involved in the medical industry."

Aiden Fordham did not want to beat around the bush with her, directly naming his price, "As long as you can tell me who God N is, I can modify the divorce agreement to let you have an additional two hundred million."

Stella crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at him as if she was admiring a monster.

"Two hundred million? Thank you for your generosity, President Fordham. Originally, I wanted to tell you, but... I suddenly don’t want to anymore!"

For the first time, Aiden saw this woman clearly; her appetite was indeed not small.

He reached out and pushed her directly against the rough pillar behind her, his bright eyes fixed sharply on hers, "How much do you want?"

Stella shoved him away, her eyes cold! "President Fordham, we don’t share the same values. Apart from in bed, I really don’t care for anything else from you!"

Apart from in bed? Aiden’s face turned as black as ink; how dare this woman mock him? How did he not know she had such a fierce side? Had he known earlier, he would’ve tormented her more harshly before...

"Stella Grant, you dare refuse me?" Aiden sneered, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

"I refuse, President Fordham, what can you do about it?"

Stella’s gaze became cold, showing no fear of his fierce stare. After the divorce, she was hard as iron, with none of her former softness left!

This woman always had the ability to easily ignite his anger!

Aiden’s face instantly darkened as if it could drip water! Suddenly, he grabbed her neck with his hand and then bit down on her bright, red lips.

Stella stared wide-eyed, feeling a pain on her lips, thinking this man must be a dog.

Furious, she lifted her leg, but Aiden anticipated her move, and with his other large hand, firmly gripped her knee.

"Stella Grant, you don’t have the divorce papers yet, don’t rile me up, or I won’t mind making you beg for mercy once more!"

His dangerous tone whispered in Stella’s ear, his eyes tinged with an indescribable desire.

Stella: "..."

Could this man be more shameless? Stella shouted low, "Let go of me! President Fordham, do you have no shame?"

Aiden finally let her go, and added, "The Fordham Group’s anniversary celebration, Grandpa wants you to attend, don’t cause any trouble."

He adjusted the slightly wrinkled collar of his suit, regaining his high-and-mighty demeanor, and his tone carried an indisputable order.

It’s Grandpa again!

Stella sneered in her heart.

He always used Grandpa to pressure her, but this would be the last time.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in her heart, while her face maintained an impeccable fake smile.

"Acting? Who can’t do it! Though not as professionally as other actors, I won’t embarrass you!"

After saying that, she even gave a slight nod, her posture graceful, as if the fierce confrontation just now had never happened.

"By the way, President Fordham, don’t bother, God N won’t take a fancy to you!"

With that small depth charge left, she turned around, walking decisively and with a straight back towards the "Hibiscus" private room, without looking back.

Aiden stood where he was, watching the door close behind her, cutting off his line of sight.

He clenched his fist so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand stood out.

Damn it!

How did this woman manage to anger him again? Look at her arrogant demeanor, he really wanted to...

He took out his phone and quickly dialed a number, "Hold off on the divorce agreement, send it after the anniversary celebration."

On the other end, Keegan Lindsey was bewildered, but without thinking much, quickly turned the car around to retrieve the documents just sent out.

Aiden returned to the private room, his steps halting.

Inside, it was empty; neither Damian Hawthorne nor Corinne Kensington were there.

The air still held the mixed scent of food and alcohol.

On the dining table, there was only Corinne Kensington’s phone, its screen dark.

A strong sense of unease instantly gripped him.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Corinne?"

He called out loudly.

"Corinne!"

The only response was a dead silence.

Aiden’s expression changed drastically, he suddenly spun around and rushed out of the private room.

The black-suited bodyguards at the door stiffened at the sight.

"Where is she?!" Aiden’s voice was icy cold, with suppressed fury.

The bodyguards exchanged looks, clearly clueless about what had happened.

"Find her!"

Aiden growled lowly.

"Seal the doors, and turn over every place!"

The bodyguards immediately scattered, moving swiftly.