<h4>Chapter 151: Chapter 151 She Exploded!</h4><h4></h4>


    "Alright, I understand."


    Alexander Johnson nodded and hung up Nanny King’s call.


    Then, holding his phone, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the starry sky outside.


    His mind was consumed with thoughts of that forged HIV test report he had Jack Woods create earlier.


    Although Nanny King hadn’t seen the contents of the report, Alexander Johnson couldn’t think of any other test report besides the HIV blood test.


    Based on Chloe Simpson’s reaction, that report was undoubtedly tied to the previous HIV incident.


    Chloe Simpson must have discovered something.


    In truth, Chloe Simpson’s reaction didn’t matter to him.


    From the beginning, when he took action, he never intended to give Chloe Simpson any sort of exnation.


    However, Gabrie Dyer...


    Neil Johnson pondered and finally decided to make a call to Jack Woods: "Jack, arrange for our private ne to fly back home tonight."


    Back then, the HIV incident had been orchestrated solely to cate Gabrie Dyer, to divert her attention so she could search the archives at Ansun Hospital for records from years ago.


    If Chloe Simpson had already obtained the test report, and if things escted to Gabrie Dyer, it would turn problematic.


    "What? Eldest Young Master, what happened? Is it necessary to act so urgently? Besides, using the private ne carries certain risks. What if Madam catches wind of it?"


    Jack Woods, believing the matter had finally been dealt with, had intended to rx for the evening after tidying up. But he barely finished freshening up when Alexander Johnson called, requesting an immediate private flight back home.


    Alexander Johnson furrowed his brows: "I know, but there’s something more critical right now."


    Compared to the risks of using the private ne, the hospital matter was far more pressing.


    At the moment, he had only obtained part of the digital archives from Ansun Hospital, while the truly essential records remained out of reach.


    The unresolved questions surrounding his mother’s pastpelled him to remain at Ansun Hospital.


    Under no circumstances could he let Gabrie Dyer sense anything amiss; even if she became aware of the private ne incident, it would be far less damaging than discovering the hospital matter.


    Moreover, even with the private ne departing at top speed, returning home wouldn’t be until tomorrow.


    Booking tickets and waiting for the next avable flight would waste even more time. The longer he dyed, the higher the risk. He needed to get back as soon as possible.


    "Alright, I’ll arrange it immediately."


    Jack Woods had been with Alexander Johnson for years, and he knew without a doubt that Alexander wouldn’t take such risks unless the situation was urgent.


    After hanging up the call, Jack quickly began making arrangements.


    By nine o’clock the following morning, Alexander Johnson and Jack Woods hadnded.


    However, the moment their ne touched down, Gabrie Dyer became aware of it.


    "Madam, there’s an update for you. Eldest Young Master has beenpletely off the radar these past few days, hasn’t he? Well, we’ve just received word that Eldest Young Master has flown back from Country A on a private jet."


    "What? Alexander Johnson flew back from Country A on a private jet?"


    Gabrie Dyer had just arrived at her office and was working through some files when she received the call. As soon as she heard the news, the pen in her hand dropped to the floor with a sharp clinking noise.


    "Yes."


    Hearing the confirmation from the other end of the line, Gabrie instinctively clenched her fists, her nails digging deeper into her palms.


    "Ha ha ha, well, isn’t this just wonderful! Tell me, why do I keep you all around? Useless, every single one of you! Not a single one of you has proven remotelypetent."


    "Oh, wasn’t Alexander Johnson supposed to be abroad, uselessly wasting time? Damn it, useless drunkards and freeloaders! Listen up, get to work NOW and investigate meticulously—every single detail of Alexander Johnson’s activities abroad, leave no stone unturned."


    "If this time you fail to uncover anything, don’t bothering back to me. I have no use for worthless fools!"


    After her tirade, Gabrie smashed the phone down to end the call.


    Anxious and brimming with anger, she began pacing back and forth in her office.


    A private jet?


    Very well, Alexander Johnson!


    I truly underestimated you!


    Just as Gabrie fumed, her phone rang again—this time, it was Mark.


    "What now?"


    Agitated and burning with fury, Gabrie impatiently answered the call.


    "Madam, the entire Wilson Family has returned. They’ve already arrived at the airport. Furthermore, Old Sir of the Johnson Family is there to meet them personally. It seems likely that discussions regarding Eldest Young Master and Miss Selene Wilson’s arrangements will soon move forward."


    Mark was stationed at the airport, witnessing the joyful reunion between the Johnson Family’s patriarch and the Wilson Family’s elder.


    "What?"


    This time, Gabrie truly snapped.


    Misfortune neveres singly—Alexander Johnson’s situation remained unresolved, and now the Wilson Family had returned so soon.


    If Alexander ended up engaged or married to Selene Wilson, things would be exponentially more difficult.


    It was well known that the old patriarch had spared her over the years despite knowing about her attempts to undermine Alexander because the Johnson and Dyer Families were deeply intertwined. Being the country’srgest private banking entity, the Dyer Family was indispensable to the Johnson Family.


    As Kyohai’s wealthiest n and the nation’srgest investment group, the Johnsons needed the financial backing of the Dyers.


    The Dyer Family had always been the Johnson Family’s most reliable ally.


    But now, with Old Sir forming ties with the Wilson Family, his intentions were clear.


    The Wilson Family—being thergest overseas fund corporation—was notcking in financial power. They could easily rival the Dyers in terms of mary prowess.


    If Alexander Johnson were to get engaged or married to Selene Wilson, then...


    No! Gabrie Dyer would never allow it!


    The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she became.


    "Madam? Madam?"


    Mark’s voice pulled her back from her spiraling thoughts.


    "Mark, immediately use every avable means to expose Alexander Johnson’s rtionship with Chloe Simpson."