Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 193: He Used the Beauty Trap

D charged at the front with two bodyguards, followed by Mrs. Sterling, Mr. Sterling, Claire, and Vivi Sterling.

Aiden Fordham’s handsome face was twisted almost out of shape.

Mr. Sterling shouted, "Aiden Fordham! Let go of Stella! Get out here!"

Aiden Fordham tidied his slightly disheveled collar and strolled out of the study.

As he passed by 001, he paused and gave it a sinister glare.

The look seemed to say: If I don’t tear you apart when I get back, I’ll write my name backwards.

immediately used its mechanical hands to cover its electronic eyes, sliding over to Stella Grant’s feet.

"So scared, so scared, President wants to destroy me, Miss Grant, save me!"

Stella Grant lightly hopped down from the desk, walked over to it, and gently reassured.

"Don’t be scared, he wouldn’t dare."

In the end, Aiden Fordham was ruthlessly chased out of Sterling Manor, and the access card he had worked hard to get was instantly reset to zero.

Keegan Lindsey quickly went up to him, "President Fordham, are you alright?"

Aiden Fordham’s gaze was deep, and he coldly said, "Go back and discipline 001 properly, it talks too much and meddles too often."

Keegan Lindsey: If the boss gets serious, even robots won’t be spared.

"Okay." He promptly responded, helping him open the car door.

After this incident, 001 became the indisputable hero of the Sterling Family.

The whole family couldn’t wait to feed it some meat by hand, all surrounding it, showering it with praise.

This thing isn’t just smart, at key moments it’s righteous and doesn’t recognize kin, incredible!

It alone dared to lead people to encircle Aiden Fordham.

Right now, it was extending its mechanical arm, diligently testing Mr. Sterling’s blood.

Fifteen seconds later, the result gradually appeared on the display screen.

The lively electronic voice sounded again.

"President Sterling, your uric acid is a bit high, you should eat less seafood in the future."

"Ah, your blood is a bit thick, be mindful of fat intake."

Mr. Sterling gave a thumbs up, his face full of conviction.

"Accurate, very accurate."

With just one scan and a drop of blood, it could complete a full body check-up, saving so much time and money, no wonder it became a global bestseller.

D continued to report.

"Oh dear, you also have kidney deficiency, you must be careful not to have too frequent marital activities, otherwise your old waist is in danger..."

Mr. Sterling’s proud face suddenly froze, then darkened with embarrassment inch by inch.

"What nonsense!" He suddenly stood up, "Not accurate at all, hmph!"

Saying that, he walked away quickly, his silhouette carrying a bit of awkwardness.

In the living room, the three girls burst into laughter, tipping over.

Mrs. Sterling came out of the kitchen with freshly cut fruits, looking at this scene and asking curiously.

"What’s so funny?"

Vivi Sterling answered first, tears almost coming from her laughter.

"Mom, D said if you and Dad had a few more fights, you’d definitely get a third child!"

Stella Grant immediately chimed in, seriously adding.

"Yeah, the chances of a son are high, gotta seize the opportunity, can’t slack off."

Beside her, although Claire couldn’t speak, her desire to express was overflowing, she gestured frantically, her big eyes full of anticipation.

The meaning was clear: We want a brother, Mom, go for it! Go for it!

Mrs. Sterling blushed a little, "Ahem, I’ll think about it."

The three girls laughed again.

Mr. Sterling who had just reached the stairs, stumbled.

With a livid face, he turned back, glaring viciously: These traitorous things, don’t expect him to peel shrimp anymore...

Suddenly, the noisy living room quieted down.

D’s display showed an emoji with swirling eyes and sticking its tongue out.

The electronic voice also became intermittent, like a poor signal.

"Bru... my stomach hurts."

Vivi Sterling curiously leaned over and poked its metal shell.

"Little rascal, you can have a stomach ache? Your stomach’s filled with screws, isn’t it?"

D’s screen flickered again, its voice weaker.

"I think... energy is running out... Miss Grant, save me..."

As soon as the words fell, the system completely shut down, the soft blue halo around it dimmed.

The entire robot suddenly became a cold piece of metal.

Stella Grant felt her heart tighten, she nervously shook it.

"001, 001."

But it seemed to be out of power, truly unmoving.

Without thinking much, she immediately took out her phone, dialing Keegan Lindsey.

"Keegan, 001 seems to be not working, how do I charge it?"

On the other end, Keegan Lindsey’s voice was as steady as ever.

"Madam, don’t panic, maybe the system has a BUG, please bring 001 to the company for inspection tomorrow."

Stella Grant breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright."

At this moment, in the speeding black sedan, the phone speaker was on.

Aiden Fordham listened to the clear "Alright" from the phone, his originally calm eyes flickered slightly, and his lips curled into a barely noticeable smile.

He was very satisfied!

The Imperial Capital.

The sky had fully darkened, beneath a lead-gray canopy, delicate snowflakes began to fall.

Corinne Kensington had been missing for almost 18 hours.

Mrs. Whitman hadn’t slept all night, her eyes sunken, sitting on the sofa, continuously wiping away tears.

There was noise at the entryway, Hugh Whitman returned.

He took off his snow-dusted coat and casually handed it to the servant.

Mrs. Whitman immediately went up, grabbed his arm, her voice trembling, "Hugh, you must bring Sierra back, I can’t lose her again."

Hugh Whitman’s tall figure loomed over her, he extended a hand to gently pat his mother’s thin back.

"Mom, don’t worry."

His voice was deep, carrying a kind of unimpeachable assurance.

"You go rest upstairs, I promise, before dinner, I’ll bring Sierra back to Whitman Residence."

Selene Sloan was convinced by him, nodded, and was helped by the servant to slowly ascend the stairs.

Hugh Whitman turned, walked towards the wall at the back of the study, fingerprint unlock, a secret room door quietly slid open.

He stepped inside, activated the hidden web system within.

The screen lit up, its bluish glow casting on his well-defined face, his gaze as cold as the ice and snow outside.

He only sent out one command.

"One hour, find the person."

...

In the mountains, two inconspicuous wooden cabins were hidden in the withered woods.

Corinne Kensington was shivering all over, curled up in the cold corner.

Her eyes were covered with a black cloth, and she couldn’t see anything, only shout with all her might.

"Help!"

"Who are you? Let me out."

Finally, the door of one cabin creaked open.

A surge of cold instantly swept in, making her shake even more.

Soon after, the black cloth in front of her eyes was roughly pulled away.

The light was glaring, and she slowly opened her eyes. In the blurry vision, stood two tall men.

One man had a camera on his shoulder, with the lens pointed directly at her.

The other one was leisurely taking off his shirt, revealing toned muscles and menacing tattoos.

Corinne’s pupils contracted suddenly, scared, she scooted back.

"What do you want?"

"I can give you any money! I’m the young lady of the Whitman Family!"

The man with the camera squatted down, grabbed her jaw, examining her face.

"Wow, she really is a beauty."

He smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

"Your life is precious, don’t worry, we won’t kill you."

"Blame it on your luck for being born into the Whitman Family; it’s your destiny."

Corinne shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face.

"No, let me go... You can negotiate with the Whitman Family."

The other man had finished taking off his shirt and impatiently hurried him.

"Hurry up! We don’t have much time, Hugh’s people will be here soon!"

Upon hearing this name, Corinne grasped at it like a lifeline.

"Let me go, my brother won’t bother you."

"Don’t come closer, my fiancé is Aiden Fordham; don’t mess with me, he won’t let you off..."

"Ah—!" A shrill scream pierced through the quiet of the mountains.

The snow in The Imperial Capital grew heavier.

The air was filled with the stench of power and conspiracy intertwined.

Half an hour later.

Hugh’s people precisely located the cabins.

But they were a step too late.

When Hugh kicked the door open, he saw Corinne Kensington curled up in the corner.

She was like a bird that had been frightened to excess, her clothes were torn and ragged. Except for her relatively clean face, exposed skin bore bruises.

The butterfly-shaped jade pendant around her neck deeply stung his eyes.

Her grandfather had personally put it on her when she was born.

Hugh took off his coat, enveloping her tightly, gently cradling her in his arms.

She was very light, nearly weightless in his arms.

"Must capture those men."

As he walked out holding her, his voice was icy cold.

"Retrieve the item."

Corinne hid in his embrace, her body shivering slightly, her sobs fragmented.

The car sped swiftly, heading straight to their exclusive hospital.

The doctors had been waiting, quickly performing an initial examination.

They then began treating a deep and long wound on her forearm.

The alcohol swab ran over the opened flesh; she merely furrowed her brows.

When the doctor was about to start stitching, and the needle pierced her skin.

"Ah! Get away."

Corinne suddenly cried out loud, full of vigor.

"Can’t you give me anesthesia? It hurts so much!"

At the door, just about to enter, Hugh paused.

His hand resting on the doorknob, his whole body froze...

The next day, Stella Grant returned to The Fordham Group with the unresponsive 001, heading directly to the tech department for testing.

A group of top engineers in the tech department surrounded 001, busy for half a day, ultimately drawing a hair-raising conclusion.

was attacked by an unprecedented virus, completely locked down, requiring President Fordham’s top-level permissions with his retinal scan to forcibly enter the system backend.

Stella had no choice but to find Keegan Lindsey.

Upon seeing her, his expression looked even more troubled than the engineers in the tech department; he lowered his voice.

"Madam, you’d better speak to President Fordham yourself."

He paused, cautiously adding.

"President Fordham heard about the issue with 001; he’s not in a good mood, and his temper... is a bit flared."

Stella inhaled deeply, a bit anxious, walking towards the office symbolizing absolute power.

Gently pushed open the heavy door; it was empty inside.

The adjacent lounge door was ajar, with slight noises coming from inside.

Stella walked over, politely knocked on the door.

No response.

She hesitated, stretched out her hand, gently pushed the door open.

Just one look.

Stella froze entirely on the spot, her eyes wide like round apricots.

Inside the lounge, a man was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Who else could it be but Aiden Fordham.

He was wearing a high-quality black shirt, the top two buttons unfastened, collar wide open, revealing distinct collarbones and a firm, fair chest.

Most striking was the half-exposed "Grant" tattoo on his heart, glaring yet alluring.

He braced one hand on the side of the mattress, his body slightly leaning back, head tilted, his slender neck drawing an elegant curve, the adam’s apple clearly visible.

The entire space was filled with the crisp clean scent of cedar, domineeringly invading Stella’s nostrils.

This scene...

This position...

Stella’s cheeks instantly flushed, her brain buzzing.

Without thinking, she turned to make a quick escape.

A long, slender hand reached out suddenly, accurately clasping her wrist, pulling her forcefully.

With a surprised cry, Stella was pulled in.

"Bang." The door behind her closed heavily.

Indeed, today Aiden Fordham was employing the beauty trap, he had to captivate her thoroughly...