CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 79: CAN THAT LITTLE BODY OF YOURS HANDLE IT?

The next day at noon.

Aiden Fordham was socializing with business contacts.

The private room was filled with smoke. He sat at the head of the table, surrounded by several men in suits, all smiling as they took turns toasting him.

His face was calm, but his mood wasn’t good. He picked up his glass and drank it all at once.

Just as he set the glass down, the door to the private room opened and a waiter came in with dishes.

At the moment the door opened, a familiar silhouette flashed by.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Keegan Lindsey walked in quickly and whispered in his ear.

"President Fordham, your wife and Miss Sterling are in the next room. It looks like a blind date."

Aiden suddenly stood up, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.

He strode out, the sounds of toasting and flattery around him seeming to freeze.

He raised his hand and pushed open the door to the next private room.

"Bang!"

Inside, two women and three men.

Vivi Sterling and Stella Grant sat on one side, facing three young men in sharp suits.

Vivi Sterling was engaged to Abraham Grant, so the blind date was clearly for Stella Grant.

One woman for three men?

The three men, caught off guard, nearly jumped out of their seats when they saw who it was.

Isn’t this the famous Magnate Fordham from Meritopia? What’s he doing here?

The men exchanged glances, too nervous to breathe.

Stella Grant looked up at the man at the door with a cold expression and tugged at her mouth.

"President Fordham, did you walk into the wrong room?" Her voice was low, but clearly detached. "Please leave and close the door."

Aiden didn’t move; his gaze swept over the three clearly uneasy men, a hint of coldness tugging at his lips.

"I heard, Miss Grant is on a blind date." He stepped inside, his tone mocking. "As your ex-husband, shouldn’t I come have a look?"

Ex-husband?!

The three men felt their hearts skip a beat.

Miss Grant was the ex-wife of Magnate Fordham? Divorced?

The information was overwhelming; they were more nervous and avoided eye contact.

Vivi Sterling let out a chuckle, breaking the tension.

"President Fordham, you’re so busy, there’s no need to worry about such a small matter."

She leaned in towards Stella Grant with a "I’ve got you" posture.

"Isn’t that what friends are for? You wouldn’t want to take my job too, would you?"

She paused, her tone turning a bit provocative.

"But since President Fordham is here, why not help Stella have a good look."

She pointed to the three men opposite them.

"This is Young Master Drake, this is Young Master Lennox, and this is Young Master Morgan. Each one is a remarkable young talent."

Vivi Sterling deliberately stretched her words.

"Most importantly, they are young and vigorous, each can perform six times a night, not worse than President Fordham, right?"

Young Master Drake, Young Master Lennox, and Young Master Morgan turned pale, wishing they could disappear on the spot—who would dare to answer that?

"Six times a night?"

Aiden Fordham sneered, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

His gaze settled heavily and aggressively on Stella Grant.

"Stella Grant, in the past, you would cry and beg for mercy after just three times a night."

His voice wasn’t loud, but everyone heard it clearly.

"Six times? Can your petite frame handle that?"

That retort was harsh and direct enough!

He even let out a low laugh, as if savoring a memory.

Stella Grant’s face immediately darkened, almost breaking the chopsticks in her hand.

This man was doing it on purpose!

The three gentlemen quickly got up to leave, fleeing the battlefield—it was too terrifying!

"Aiden Fordham!" Vivi Sterling slammed the table, "What do you mean? If you can’t have her, you want to ruin her prospects?"

Aiden glanced at her coldly.

"And what if I did?"

He turned to look at Keegan Lindsey, who had been standing quietly by the side.

"From now on, record the names and companies of any man who goes on a blind date with Stella Grant."

His voice carried no warmth.

"Blacklist their companies—all starting with those three just now."

He used the word "those" to refer to them!

Keegan was taken aback, wanted to advise, but when he met his boss’s icy gaze, the words caught in his throat.

"Yes, President Fordham."

Stella Grant instead laughed—a laugh of extreme anger.

"Aiden Fordham, is that all you can do?" She stood up, facing him directly. "If you’re a man, come with me to the civil affairs bureau now, get the divorce papers, and end this once and for all!"

She was provoking him!

Indeed, the anger in Aiden Fordham’s eyes flared up almost immediately, ready to retort.

"Fine..."

"You can’t!" Keegan stepped forward hurriedly, interrupting, "President Fordham, you have a video conference at 3 p.m. regarding the global layout of the D project. It’s very important and you can’t miss it!"

Keegan quickly pulled his boss back on track, who had almost been led astray again.

Yesterday, the boss was calmly planning to find a chance next Wednesday to celebrate his wife’s birthday and apologize. How could a little provocation today lead him straight to the civil affairs bureau?

The emotional rollercoaster was too intense.

Aiden Fordham’s chest heaved a few times; he stared at Stella Grant for a few seconds, suppressing the violence in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, regaining his habitual calmness.

"Tomorrow morning at nine." He left these words, "See you at the civil affairs bureau."

Then he turned and left, without looking at anyone else.

Keegan let out a sigh of relief and quickly showed them a professional smile.

"The hibiscus prawns here are quite good, enjoy. I’ve already paid the bill."

After saying this, he quickly followed Aiden out.

In the private room, the atmosphere was momentarily awkward.

Vivi Sterling gritted her teeth in anger, "And now the blacklisting. Aiden Fordham is really something!"

But then, she felt somewhat vindicated.

"But this blind date was worth it, at least we’ve forced him to agree to the civil affairs bureau!"

"But among these guys, I don’t like any of them, too cowardly!" Vivi Sterling shook her head.

Stella Grant, however, appeared unusually calm. She sat back down, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating a piece of hibiscus prawn slowly.

Her gaze was serene, revealing no waves of emotion.

After the meal, Stella Grant and Vivi Sterling went straight to the most upscale shopping mall nearby, the luxury dress shop in Aeria Mall.

"Next Wednesday, we’re celebrating our birthdays together. Mom said she’ll ensure the party is grand, with plenty of handsome guys, and not a single woman invited! Let’s see who else Aiden Fordham can blacklist!"

Vivi Sterling excitedly said while browsing the dresses on the rack.

Stella Grant was amused by her and began selecting a dress.

Vivi picked up a pastel purple long dress and compared it against Stella, then pushed her into the fitting room.

A few minutes later, Stella Grant emerged.

The dress was strapless, hugging tightly around the top to accentuate her slim waist, while the bottom was layered with fluffy floral patterns, like clouds and mist.

The pastel purple highlighted her fair skin, making her both sweetly feminine and alluringly womanly.

"Wow, Stella, this dress is stunning!" Vivi Sterling’s eyes lit up, "It’s like it was tailor-made for you!"

She immediately snapped pictures with her phone and posted them on social media.

Stella Grant looked at herself in the mirror and was quite satisfied too.

Just then, the shop door opened with a jingle of the bell.

Corinne Kensington walked in, surrounded by a group, flanked by two tall bodyguards and with a bag-toting assistant by her side, making quite the entrance.

Vivi Sterling’s smile vanished instantly.

"Ugh, what a bummer." She complained softly, "Why is she everywhere?"

Corinne Kensington eyed the dress on Stella Grant—it was really nice, KK’s latest limited edition; it would look even better on her.

She told the sales assistant, "I want the dress she’s wearing. Have her take it off."