Chapter 33
Julian’s brain kicked into overdrive.
He gave a pause. What exactly did Nadia mean with that look? Was she implying that nothing happened in there? But Brittany’s expression indicated otherwise.
Hold on.
Suddenly, the dots connected.
From the moment Callum went into the lounge to when he came back out, it had been at most five minutes.
In those five minutes, he had to take off his shirt and put on a new one. Which meant the actual time left to “do the deed” was three minutes.
Julian inhaled sharply.
Just like that, Nadia’s strange, meaningful expression made perfect sense.
She wasn’t saying there was nothing worth seeing. She was saying there wasn’t enough to see in the first place.
Holy crap.
It was no wonder Nadia wanted a divorce. Who could put up with that? Callum was a three–minute man? It wasn’t surprising that Nadia never got pregnant after three years of marriage. So this was the real issue.
If this kind of bombshell ever got out, Ford Group’s stock would nosedive overnight.
Julian went pale, and his hands turned cold.
No. Absolutely not.
For the sake of Callum’s dignity, for the company’s stability, and the sake of his job, he had to act fast.
He yanked out his phone, fingers trembling as he dialed.
“Hello? Mr. Carlson? It’s me, Julian.”
He dropped his voice to a whisper, but the words fired out like a machine gun.
“Listen, this is urgent. Like ten–alarm -fire urgent. I need you to send over your latest and best performance supplements–everything you’ve got. All of it. Right now, straight to HQ.”
He hung up, still visibly shaking.
Julian felt like his entire career was undergoing an unprecedented, high–stakes stress test.
After leaving the Ford Group building, Nadia took a cab straight to Langner Group.
The one in Seora was only a branch office. Samuel had established the company’s headquarters in Falveria and hadn’t set foot in Aurelia for the past three years. The Global Medical Summit had always been held in Falveria, but now that Nadia was back, Samuel was determined to steal her away.
The moment she stepped into the lobby, Samuel came down personally to greet her.
The staff were stunned. Since his return, Samuel had never once come down to welcome a guest
in
person.
Clearly, Nadia wasn’t like anyone else.
Was she the future boss’s wife?
“Nad, you’re here.” His voice was soft, like he was afraid to disturb something fragile.
His eyes still held that same gentle warmth, as steady and quiet as a calm lake.
“Samuel!” Nadia smiled brightly.
He led her straight to the top–floor executive office.
Outside the floor–to–ceiling windows, the skyscrapers of Seora stretched out like a sprawling city puzzle.
Samuel signaled to his assistant for coffee, and a rich aroma soon filled the room.
“I looked into what happened yesterday. It was the Chrisen family. They hired the hackers,” he said, his tone darkening.
“They were relentless and tried breaching Langner Group’s systems at the same time, hoping to throw us off.”
“Just as I suspected.” Nadia frowned slightly and took a small sip of coffee. “They clearly won’t stop until they get what they want.”
Before she returned home, her last patient had been the patriarch of the Chrisen family.
They had never imagined that anyone in the world could cure brain cancer.
An 87–year–old man, given a death sentence by every top neurologist across the globe, had somehow made a full recovery in just 60 days.
The Chrisens immediately tried to partner with her, offering billions to buy her treatment formula.
Nadia had flat–out refused. They then changed tactics, disguising their pursuit as a “collaboration“, hoping to bind her to them permanently for their gain.
