The Fordham Group’s global D launch event.
A grand hall big enough for five thousand guests, yet right now it feels empty and echoing; scattered seats hold just over two hundred people.
That even includes the fifty brought by Damian Hawthorne, and Abraham Grant personally led a team to fill another eighty or so seats to save face.
The dia section is even colder—just a dozen or so reporters present.
However, the Fordham Group has tapped into global livestream channels, syncing with hundreds of major connected international dia outlets.
Everything happening here can reach the whole world through the internet.
Andy Lockwood had already put out the word: anyone who dared attend the Fordham event wouldn’t get any orders from The Lockwood Group ever again.
This threat made many agents and partners in the dical world hesitate, keeping them at the Fordham doors.
Lockwood Group CEO’s Office.
Andy Lockwood watched the real-ti feed projected by his secretary; the huge screen was broadcasting the bleak scene of Fordham’s press conference.
With a wine glass in hand, he gently swirled the red liquid, laughing.
"Aiden Fordham, you really do have guts."
What a spectacle—"global attention."
This press conference was a complete joke—sure to humiliate the Fordham Group.
Soon, the event officially began; after the host’s introduction, Aiden Fordham walked onto the stage in a dark suit, straight-backed and poised.
His deep eyes swept over the empty hall, not finding that familiar figure—a trace of indescribable disappointnt flashed through his heart.
But he quickly composed himself, his face once again steady.
He put all his effort into delivering the speech he’d prepared, sharing the origin story of D, that thrilling, inspiring journey—telling it all.
Speech over.
The applause was sparse—echoing awkwardly in such a vast, vacant auditorium.
He maintained his dignity, bowing deeply.
"Now, let’s welco our Product Director to introduce D and its functions!"
However, the expected Product Director did not co on stage.
A crisp sound of high heels suddenly echoed from the stairs, getting closer.
Click, click, click.
Each step seed to land right on everyone’s nerves.
A slender figure appeared, backlit, her silhouette blurred but carrying an indescribable aura—like a goddess descending.
She walked step by step, unhurried and confident, straight to center stage under the spotlight.
Under everyone’s gaze, she strode right up to Aiden Fordham, a cool, relaxed smile at her lips; she reached out and grasped his cool palm, that soft touch made his heart skip for a mont.
"Thank you, President Fordham, for the invitation."
Her voice ca clearly through the mic, ringing through the hall and out to the global livestream.
"From here—leave it to !"
Aiden Fordham was completely stunned; he had no idea why she suddenly walked on stage.
He dazedly walked off to the main table below, eyes locked tightly on the dazzling woman on stage, watching her every move.
Stella Grant released his hand, turned to face the audience and the caras, her voice clear and forceful.
"Thank you all for coming to Fordham’s new product launch."
"Also, thanks to President Fordham’s gracious invitation, I can stand here personally to demonstrate and explain this revolutionary smart ho dical system—’Family Doctor,’ or simply D."
She paused, her gaze sweeping the crowd before landing on Aiden Fordham in the front row, a spark of confidence flashing in her eyes.
"Before we start, allow a quick introduction."
"I am Stella Grant, founder of Bluebird Technologies."
"Of course, in this circle—and maybe to so fans—my nickna is even more familiar."
She slightly lifted her chin, a dazzling, confident smile on her face.
"Everyone calls —God N."
"Boom!"
Aiden Fordham felt sothing explode in his brain; his eyes contracted sharply and, before thinking, he shot up from his seat in shock!
God N?
Founder of Bluebird Technologies—the one hailed as humanity’s savior, who developed the cancer treatnt equation but never appeared publicly, the legendary, enigmatic God N—was actually Stella Grant?
Everyone who knew "God N," whether on-site or on screen, all leapt to their feet in utter shock!
After a heartbeat of silence, the entire hall—no, the entire internet—erupted in a tidal wave of astonishnt!
"Wow—"
Thunderous applause burst through the auditorium, rolling without pause!
Damian Hawthorne was shaking so much he nearly stuttered, "Aiden, am I hearing things? Stella Grant... is God N? The real deal?"
The hype at the launch was beyond words.
So no-na agents had just wanted to sneak in for a free coffee—and maybe catch a glimpse of sothing new—but suddenly, they were witnessing God N herself in the flesh!
Ezra Jacobs reacted instantly, fingers flying across his phone, quickly pulling up God N’s official Weibo.
One glance and he was dumbstruck.
"She IS God N! It’s really her!" he whispered, voice thick with disbelief.
Right now, God N’s official Weibo was livestreaming this launch.
Bluebird Technologies’ hopage synced with the stream, banner blazing—[God N attends Fordham Group’s D launch in person].
And at the sa ti, a pinned notice popped up on the website: [Notice regarding removal of Mr. Andy Lockwood from the position of General Manager, Bluebird Technologies].
Every word was weighty.
Right after, Stella Grant signaled toward the staff below.
D robot number 001 rolled swiftly to her feet, blue lights circling its fra.
D spoke in its signature electronic child voice: "Wow, Miss Grant looks so pretty today! I want a hug, I want a hug!"
Aiden Fordham, standing nearby, couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at this.
Damn thing!
Didn’t it start calling her "Madam President" last ti? Who the hell went ssing with its mory coding?
Stella Grant had no clue about soone’s little thoughts. She crouched down, gently asking D, "D, what’s your favorite food?"
D tipped its round head, answering readily: "My favorite is donuts!"
System prompt: "Correct answer."
Stella asked again, "D, who’s your favorite person?"
D didn’t hesitate: "My favorite is President Aiden Fordham!"
System prompt: "Correct answer."
"D, what’s your mission?"
D’s voice suddenly turned solemn: "’Bring Fordham’s health to every ho—no more illness in the world!’"
System prompt: "Correct answer."
As soon as D finished speaking, the blue tal ring on its belly suddenly flickered, instantly changing to a brilliant golden halo.
System prompt: "System auto-update in progress, please wait."
Aiden Fordham was completely speechless.
He had no mory of adding a self-upgrade protocol to D’s programming.
Ezra Jacobs, quick as ever, hustled his laptop over to Aiden Fordham, voice low: "President Fordham, the system triggered the automatic update sequence!"
On screen, a file na was clearly visible—[Diagnosis and Treatnt Plans for 6 Malignant Tumors].
Aiden Fordham felt a shock run head to toe; he was actually trembling!
It was her!
It must’ve been that day at the manor! She helped him create this program—just now, her three questions triggered its upgrade!
The butler said she was in the study the whole day, skipped lunch... she was doing this!
On stage, Stella Grant picked up the remote pointer, tapping the big screen.
A flock of lifelike Bluebirds spun out from the center of the display, finally forming a stylized eye logo—the mark of Bluebird Technologies.
She took a deep breath and began to present her slides—every header sporting that unique eye emblem.
Her voice was clear and unwavering, reaching every corner of the hall through the mic:
"Many of you may be wondering what’s different between Fordham’s D, launched today, and The Lockwood Group’s new smart dical device C released days ago."
"Now, I can give you an answer."
"The key difference is: Fordham’s D system is embedded with cancer diagnosis and treatnt protocols designed personally by ."
"With D’s smart diagnosis capability, users can identify potential cancers in themselves and receive effective treatnt plans."
"Inside the system, I created six core cancer treatnt modules—covering brain cancer, esophageal cancer, liver cancer, stomach cancer, breast cancer, cervical cancer..."
She deliberately separated the lung cancer plan, since it had already been released, and The Lockwood Group’s bidding process based on that plan was already entering its later stages.
As soon as she finished, the whole hall was once again thrown into chaos!
The crowd surged like a flood, pouring in from every entrance, desperate to get closer to the front.
Cara flashes went crazy, nearly blinding everyone.
Livestream viewership soared, blasting straight past ten million!
Aiden Fordham felt his heart hamred once again.
He stared in awe at the radiant woman on stage and at the six types of cancer spelled out on the slides.
She... she put every detail of those six cancer equations directly into D’s database without holding back!
Ezra Jacobs, fired up, whispered rapid exchanges with the technical director beside him, then turned to Aiden Fordham, voice shaking with excitent: "President Fordham, the system’s upgrading fast—we’ll have every bit of the data soon!"
Elsewhere, Lockwood Group CEO’s Office.
Andy Lockwood glared deathly at Stella Grant’s image on screen; when he heard her announce six cancer protocols loaded into D, the blood vessels in his eyes seed to burst. He furiously hurled his phone at the wall!
"Bang—"
The phone shattered on impact, pieces flying everywhere.
This foolish woman!
For Aiden Fordham, she exposed her identity in public, putting herself at enormous risk!
She even handed over those priceless six cancer equations directly to Fordham Group!
No—she didn’t have ti to create all that, it must be a fake!
Does she have any idea what those things an? That’s enough wealth and power to rewrite the world!
If Fordham’s D has those six cancer formulas, The Lockwood Group’s C will instantly lose its shine—the defeat is sealed!
He grabbed his coat and rushed out—he had to get her back!
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