CHAPTER 75: CHAPTER 75: THE OVERPROTECTIVE HUSBAND IS ONLINE

President Scott let out a cry of pain, his whole face twisted in agony.

Aiden Fordham somehow appeared at Stella Grant’s side.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, expressionless, his aura so intimidating no one dared approach.

President Fordham—when did he show up? Everyone was so shocked that they scrambled to their feet.

Aiden Fordham flung off President Scott’s hand as if tossing something filthy away.

He looked at the man hunched over in pain, voice flat, not a hint of emotion.

"You’re not worthy of touching her!"

President Scott staggered back two steps, clutching his mangled wrist. Cold sweat poured down his face, but he didn’t dare utter a word.

A simple glance, and the bodyguards tossed the man out.

Stella Grant raised her head, coming face to face with Aiden Fordham’s cold, sharp profile.

His arrival was way too sudden.

"Stella Grant, let’s talk."

His voice wasn’t loud, but it allowed no refusal.

Stella didn’t even look up, her red lips curling in mockery.

"Talk?"

She swept her gaze around, speaking just loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear.

"President Fordham, there are so many agents lined up here waiting. You’re the big boss—are you cutting in line?"

"If The Fordham Group is really serious about working with God N, fine. Submit your credentials and follow the procedure."

Her tone was all business, polite but distant.

Aiden clearly didn’t have the patience for this.

He reached out with quick, assertive force, grabbing her wrist directly.

"Come with me." His tall frame loomed over her, pressure radiating.

Stella spun around abruptly, shoving his shoulder. He staggered, hitting the table nearby, a cup tumbling down.

Smash! It shattered!

Everyone was stunned, the air instantly stiff.

Aiden’s eyes darkened—how is this woman so damn strong?

The black-suited bodyguards immediately rushed over, blocking in front of Aiden, the tension in the air sky-high.

Aiden’s aura intensified as he stepped forward. To the crowd, it looked like he was about to strangle her—everyone was too scared to even breathe!

"Feeling better, or... should we go again?" His tone was calm, not the slightest hint of anger!

If it were before, he would’ve made sure this woman disappeared for good! But now, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her! Weird!

Maybe it was that night—he made her so upset, and he doesn’t want to hurt her again!

Stella: ...

The crowd: ...

Stella didn’t expect that after all that, he managed to make himself depressed!

Immediately, she gave the stunned crowd a small, bright smile.

"Sorry, everyone. Looks like this environment is really not suitable for work—just terrible."

"As for the next steps, let’s meet at The Lockwood Group another time and continue from there."

With that, she turned and walked off, her heels hitting the floor with confident, steady rhythm.

She glanced back at Aiden, eyes cold, threatening, "Don’t follow me! Or else I’ll... call the cops!"

The crowd: "..."

So cutting in line means you get your ass kicked? Had I known, I’d have given up my spot and let President Fordham go first!

She left straight away, leaving behind a dead silence and the sound of people sucking in their breath.

Aiden shrugged and left too, leaving everyone in shock.

"Holy shit! This woman is seriously badass!"

"She even dared to push Magnate Fordham? Savage!"

"That sleazy fat guy from earlier, compared to her, is nothing—totally deserved to get wrecked!"

"President Fordham didn’t even get angry? Now I’ve seen it all..."

"Is she Fordham’s special someone? No way he’s this soft!"

...

Three hours later, President Scott was beaten up till he looked like a pig’s head, stripped naked and dumped by the beach.

The company also went bankrupt!

Tsk tsk tsk, what a miserable end. No one dared to guess who did it.

All they knew was, that’s what you get for messing with Miss Grant.

At 6:30 p.m., the Sterling Family’s villa was brightly lit.

The long dining table was covered with dishes, like a royal banquet.

Stella Grant had just sat down when Mrs. Sterling started piling food into her bowl nonstop.

"Stella, look at you—you’ve barely been gone a while and you’re even skinnier!"

Mrs. Sterling’s voice was full of motherly concern.

"Your face is so pale, you need to eat more or you’ll get sick!"

Stella picked up her chopsticks, smiling gently, voice soft, "Godmother, I really have been swamped lately."

"Don’t worry, I’ll come home more often to keep you company from now on."

"That’s a promise!" Mrs. Sterling made the final call. "Now that you’re back, stay for a few extra days—not taking no for an answer."

Stella nodded, "Alright."

Mr. Sterling, wearing disposable gloves, was patiently peeling shrimp.

He carefully divvied up the peeled shrimp between his two daughters.

Stella got exactly five shrimp in her bowl.

Vivi Sterling got four.

Vivi immediately glared, grumbling, "Hey! Old man! That’s favoritism!"

"Why does she get five and I only get four? Was I picked off the street?"

Mr. Sterling glanced at her, "Well, jump a grade like your sister if you want more."

Skipping a grade had always been Mr. Sterling’s favorite topic. Stella is his pride and joy!

"If you manage to skip a grade, all the shrimp at home are yours, I promise!"

Stella couldn’t help but laugh.

The mood was just right when Mr. Sterling suddenly turned to Stella.

"Stella, about that Fordham boy..." He paused, voice steady, "Is there really no chance at all to salvage things?"

Before he finished, Vivi exploded, "Old man! What the hell do you mean?"

"You want to throw Stella back into that pit? Aiden Fordham, that scumbag! He’s shacked up with Corinne Kensington! So gross!"

Stella put down her chopsticks, calm, "We signed the divorce papers. Only thing left is a stamp at the civil office."

"But he’s been dragging it out."

Mr. Sterling looked at her, gaze deep, "So... does it hurt? Are you still... in love with him after all this?"

Stella was caught off guard for a moment.

Then she gently shook her head, voice open, "No, I’m not upset anymore. I’m used to it now."

Mr. Sterling smiled with relief. "Good! That’s the spirit—the daughter of the Sterling Family!"

As he spoke, he shot Mrs. Sterling a meaningful look.

Mrs. Sterling got the hint instantly, grabbed a thick stack of photos and spread them out in front of Stella with a flourish.

"Stella, come on! Check these out! I’ve gathered young eligible men from all over the country—guaranteed to dazzle you!"

"Look, this one—the Crown Prince of the Whitman Family of the Imperial Capital! Top-notch background and character, perfect match for our Sterling Family!"

Stella and Vivi exchanged glances.

Well damn, so it’s a matchmaking ambush!

Vivi gave Mrs. Sterling a big thumbs-up, "Mom, you’re an absolute legend! In the socialite scene, you’re top tier!"

"You both need to pick! That mess with the Grant Family? I’ll take care of getting it canceled!" Mr. Sterling declared, unwavering.

Vivi’s eyes lit up, she jumped from her chair, ran over and hugged his arm with a whine.

"Dad! You’re totally my real dad! You get me!"

She patted her chest, looking totally reliable, "Don’t worry! You’re good at this, so am I!"

She turned to Mrs. Sterling, "Mom, let’s do this—split the photos in two piles and number them."

"Odd numbers for Stella, even for me!"

"We’ll speed-date one a week, guaranteed to keep you two satisfied!"

Mr. and Mrs. Sterling exchanged looks, question marks all over their faces.

Did they really raise such weirdos?

...

Elsewhere, Aiden Fordham returned to his villa in a dark mood, and saw Corinne Kensington wearing an apron.

She carried a dish over and smiled at him, playing the perfect housewife.

Aiden was suddenly stunned, because in his eyes, he saw Stella’s sweet, radiant smile instead.

"Aiden, you’re home! Hurry and wash up for dinner!"

She set down the platter and came up close, softly leaning against his arm!