CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71: STELLA GRANT, ARE YOU GOD N?

She looked very young, even a bit nervous.

The audience: "???"

What’s going on? God N is a young girl? What a joke!

Everyone’s eyes were almost popping out.

The young girl quickly walked to Andy Lockwood and whispered a few words in his ear.

The smile on Andy’s face instantly froze, his brow furrowed, and his expression turned serious.

He cleared his throat, picked up the microphone, and spoke with an obvious tone of apology.

"I’m very sorry, ladies and gentlemen. I just received notification that God N, due to some unexpected personal reasons, is unable to attend the summit today."

"What?!"

"What the hell!"

"Are we being played with?"

The audience immediately exploded into an uproar.

Expectations were high, only to be let down? Negative emotions spread like a virus.

Aiden Fordham had a deep, dark look in his eyes, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the armrest.

As expected.

He suspected that Andy Lockwood didn’t actually have God N but was using the hype to create smoke and mirrors for the summit.

Next to him, Damian Hawthorne’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Damn it! I knew it!" he muttered under his breath, "This Andy Lockwood is gutsy enough to stand up the big shots around the world like this!"

Andy raised his hand, signaling everyone to calm down. "Please, everyone, calm down and hear me out."

He did his best to maintain composure.

"Even though God N couldn’t come in person, he sent me with even better news!"

"God N has decided—" Andy emphasized, "to make public her developed targeted treatment formula for liver cancer!"

What?!

The noise in the room abruptly ceased, leaving everyone stunned, wondering if they’d heard wrong.

Make the formula public?

Andy continued, "God N hopes this technology can benefit more patients, so he has decided to invite capable medical institutions worldwide for development and clinical application collaboration! And The Lockwood Group will act as the exclusive agent for God N’s technology authorization this time. Everyone is welcome to discuss cooperation details with The Lockwood Group after the summit!"

Shock! Unparalleled shock!

Open authorization! This means every institution present has the chance to acquire a formula that could change the world for liver cancer treatment!

Possessing a formula capable of curing liver cancer represents incalculable value and prestige for any hospital or pharmaceutical company!

This news was more exciting and crazier than seeing God N in person!

The brief silence was followed by more intense and prolonged applause!

Enough to almost lift the roof off the venue!

A hint of undetectable agitation passed through Aiden Fordham’s deep eyes.

His heart was actually racing because of this God N, whom he had never met.

Making the formula public, to make technology accessible to everyone... this idea resonated uncannily with his long-held beliefs!

Damian Hawthorne was so excited his voice trembled. He grabbed Aiden Fordham’s arm.

"Aiden! Did you hear that! It’s public! Grandma is saved! Grandma finally met her lucky star!"

His eyes were slightly red.

Andy Lockwood raised his hand and gently clapped once.

The large screen behind him lit up again.

In the center of the screen, a Bluebird composed of numerous glimmering dots spread its wings, elegant and mysterious.

Finally, the Bluebird morphed into the shape of an eye, its pupil flashing four words—[Bluebird Technologies].

"That’s God N’s logo!" someone recognized it.

Following that, complex equations streaked across the screen like a meteor shower, profound and fascinating.

Next came a description of the requirements for partnership.

The conditions were extremely stringent, requiring not only absolute scientific research strength but also authorizing only one institution in a single city.

Truly one in a million!

The people in the audience forgot about clapping, pulling out their phones to record the screen frantically.

Meanwhile, in a secluded lounge backstage.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Stella Grant was pounding hard on the thick door, her palms turning red.

"Is anyone there? Open the door! Is there anyone?!"

She was so anxious she was about to cry. She didn’t know who on earth had locked her in here!

Just now, she received an anonymous note, printed with the words: "Senior Sister, quickly go to VIP Lounge 13, urgent matter."

She didn’t suspect anything, thinking it was Carlos Fenton or Cindy looking for her, and rushed over.

Who knew, just as she stepped into the room, the door clicked and locked from the outside!

She had been shouting and banging for ages, her voice turning hoarse, but there was no response from outside.

Even worse, the room seemed to block signals, leaving her phone with no network!

Inside the venue, the summit process continued. Next was the presentation segment for high-tech enterprises.

As the largest cooperation sponsor of this summit, the young and accomplished Vice President, Ezra Jacobs, represented The Fordham Group on stage to introduce their latest intelligent medical assistant device.

After completing God N’s announcement on stage, Andy Lockwood quickly stepped down, his face heavy as he hurried to the backstage.

Aiden Fordham’s eyes flickered, and he stood up, unhurriedly following behind.

Andy Lockwood was almost running by the time he reached outside the V13 lounge.

He took out a spare key and swiftly unlocked the door.

As soon as the door opened, a figure rushed out, almost colliding into him.

"Senior Brother! You finally came!"

Stella Grant saw Andy Lockwood, almost breaking into tears, her voice tinged with a sob.

Andy quickly supported her, gently patting her back, soothing her in a soft voice.

"It’s okay now, I’m here."

His gaze quickly swept over her, checking, "Are you hurt? Who did this?"

Stella Grant shook her head, still looking shaken.

"I’m fine, just locked in. Senior Brother, is it my turn to be on stage?" she asked urgently, full of anxiety.

Andy sighed, his expression somewhat complex.

"I couldn’t find you just now, and there wasn’t enough time, so I released the formula for you."

He paused, seeing the girl’s disappointed eyes, and added.

"It’s okay, the effect was just as good. I’ll find another opportunity for you to meet everyone officially."

"Also," Andy lowered his voice, "Chris’s people have been watching here too. It’s safer if you don’t show yourself for now. Don’t worry, you’ll be busy with final evaluations of the partners."

Upon hearing this, Stella still felt a little disappointed but managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Alright, then Senior Brother shouldered a burden this time."

"Ha."

A low, cold laugh suddenly came from the doorway.

The two turned to look simultaneously.

Aiden Fordham was leaning against the door frame, hands in his trouser pockets, his expression inscrutable.

Had he been here all along? How much did he hear?

Stella’s heart skipped a beat.

Aiden Fordham’s gaze was sharp, like a hawk’s, locking onto Stella.

He slowly stood straight, taking steps toward them, exuding a strong aura of pressure.

The phrase "my turn to be on stage" just now...

And Andy saying "released it for you"...

An astonishing speculation formed in his mind, causing his heart to race uncontrollably, as if his blood were flowing backward.

He stopped in front of Stella Grant, his voice slightly trembling with excitement.

"Stella Grant."

"Are you God N?"