Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 551 It was the only way to truly stand firm in this world-unshakable, untouchable.

And finally claim real power.

"Think it over, Eugene." Johnnie pulled open the hospital room door.

He stepped out, but paused abruptly. Turning slightly, he glanced back at the boy with a faint smile. "You were born into the very heart of power, naturally drawn to it. For others, reaching the top is a lifelong struggle, but for you, it's right there-if you want it. Don't waste that." "When your mentor arrives, I'll cpick you up." "Letknow your answer soon." "Good morning, Mr. Whitmore." "Morning, Mr. Whitmore..." Late morning, Forrest was leading a very reluctant Adrian by the hand as they entered The FM Building. Every employee who recognized Forrest greeted him, their curious gazes flickering toward the child at his side.

It was a rare sight.

Their boss had never married-had been single for ages-and now, out of the blue, he'd brought a kid to work. What was going on? And then, of course, everyone remembered the recent rumors.

Apparently, Mr. Whitmore had been pursuing that woman-rumored to be the granddaughter of Jade, the founder of Splendid, one of the world's thirteen most exclusive luxury brands. Anyone who followed high fashion had heard Jade's name, and although their family connection had never been officially announced, whispers about it had persisted for years.

And they both shared the slast name.

Mila was making a nfor herself in the industry too. She held a top position at Splendid, sat on the board of Montgomery Holdings, and had becquite active in business circles over the past year.

Not to mention her rather colorful romantic history... She'd once been married to Lysander the late, legendary former chairman of the Montgomery Group.

And they'd had a son together.

Could this kid be the Montgomery family's child? So, had their own Mr. Whitmore really swooped in on the Montgomerys? Digging through the gossip, people remembered that not long ago, Mr. Whitmore had been out of the office- reportedly flying overseas to chase after someone.

Judging by appearances, his efforts had paid off.

By midday, the office was abuzz with speculation. Private group chats exploded with rumors, and by the tthe story made its rounds, it had turned into, "Mr. Whitmore successfully stole the heiress." People were already debating when the wedding would be, whether they'd get toff, maybe even bonuses or company perks... After all, their solitary boss finally had sgood news. Wasn't that something worth celebrating together? Let the staff bask in a little of that happiness, too.

Meanwhile, Forrest, in the middle of a meeting with the R&D team, was completely unaware of the wildfire he'd started by simply bringing a kid to work.

Not that he minded.

He watched the project presentation flash by on the screen, listening to the technical report. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Adrian perched on a chair, clutching his handheld gconsole-clearly, Forrest meant it when he said he'd bring the kid to work.

He really was busy, after all.

But since he'd promised Mila, he was determined to keep the boy close, right under his watchful eye-no mistakes allowed.

Sensing Forrest's gaze, Adrian set his gdown and grumbled, "This is so boring: I'm hungry. I want to go outside. All these grown-ups were babbling about things he didn't understand. It had been interesting at first, but now he was dozing off, and even his gcouldn't keep him awake.

Dad used to do this, too.

But at least he'd never made Adrian listen to all this.

It was mind-numbing.

He regretted not agreeing to just go out and play.

Forrest chuckled, nudging his silver-rimmed glasses up his nose. Indulgently, he said, "All right, let's make sminor adjustments per the discussion, finalize the program as soon as possible, and get a batch of prototypes out there for testing." After a few more instructions, he finally stood, taking Adrian with him.

Just as they stepped outside, a casually dressed man hurried over and called out, "Mr. Whitmore, the Federal Security Bureau just phoned-they say the CN algorithm we embedded is having issues, and they want you to look at it right away." "There's a problem with CN?" Forrest frowned.

He gave a short nod, then turned to

Adrian with an apologetic smile. "Looks like w we'll have to have lunch on the go, Adrian. Want to CWith veto the Federal Security Bureau? Your mom helped design this algorithm, you know. Want to see what it's all about?" Adrian was about to complain, but paused at that. "Is it something really impressive?" Forrest thought about downplaying it, but considering the kid's personality, he changed course. "Yes. It's very impressive." "Then I want to see!" Federal Security Bureau.

In the research lab, Forrest quickly scanned the system's feedback logs for the embedded algorithm. His frown eased. The system's fine. En.

Someone's trying to hack in, using a very subtle method. Usually, this would just trigger false alarms.

They're probably after skind of data." A broad-shouldered, square-jawed man beside him looked grave. "Was anything stolen? Can you trace it?" The Federal Security Bureau couldn't afford any leaks.

"Don't worry."

Forrest had full confidence in his algorithm. No one was getting their data. But what mattered was tracking e the intruder. He called up the logs, fingers flying over the keyboard, tapping out a string of complex code.

He murmured, "Encrypted." It didn't take long. He turned to the man, rapping his knuckle lightly on a string of characters on the monitor.

"It cfrom overseas." The room fell silent as everyone's faces changed.

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