Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 377: Injured

Mr. Alden’s face turned red, and he was out of breath, with Aiden Webb’s men holding him down. He felt it would be better if they just gave him a knife.

Ruby looked at Aiden Webb, who was full of hostility, and her body couldn’t stop trembling. She glanced around, her heart sinking, "What should I do, what should I do."

Moira Young!

Thinking this, she glared fiercely at the person across who watched the scene expressionlessly. If it weren’t for her, she would have walked away with the money by now. Why didn’t that drug work?

"In that case." Aiden Webb snorted coldly, waved his hand to have people stuff the two’s mouths, bind them separately far apart, and throw away their phones.

Ignoring Ruby’s terrified expression and Mr. Alden’s pleading, he walked out coldly with Moira Young.

"Let them out after a few days."

Two of them nodded and stood on either side of the door.

"Will this be okay?" Moira Young tilted her head, a bit worried that the two would retaliate after coming out. After all, neither of them were good people.

Aiden Webb nodded: "Don’t worry."

A few days later, Mr. Alden and Ruby finally left the hotel, with messy hair and a bit of an unpleasant smell on them.

Mr. Alden looked at Ruby, who wouldn’t even stay with him after coming out, and laughed coldly as he took off his wrinkled, unsightly suit, "Aiden Webb, is it? I’ll see what else you can do."

Saying this, he flung his suit onto the ground, stepped forward, and got into the car that his driver had been informed to come pick him up.

A week later.

"Hello, President Sinclair."

Julian Sinclair frowned, wiping the sweat from his body while putting his phone to his ear.

"Hehe, sorry to bother you so early, President Sinclair."

"Is there something, Mr. Alden?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The person on the other end chuckled, "Oh no, no, President Sinclair holds me in too high regard, just call me Alfie."

Julian Sinclair placed the phone on the table, turned on the speaker, and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water.

"We should continue collaborating in the future. If President Sinclair has any good resources, you must take your little brother with you, and I will certainly be eager to help."

"Just get to the point." Julian Sinclair took a sip of water and interrupted the flattering Mr. Alden.

On the other end, Mr. Alden patted his head, "Oh dear, I’m so forgetful, I got carried away talking about other things and forgot the main point."

After a pause, seeing that Julian Sinclair wasn’t speaking, and confirming that the news he had about his breakup with Moira Young was accurate, he spoke: "President Sinclair, I heard you’ve broken up with that woman, Moira Young."

Julian Sinclair’s face turned serious. He turned off the speaker and put the phone back to his ear.

"Hmph, it’s a good breakup. You have no idea how presumptuous that woman was on the set. She actually got involved with Aiden Webb. I wanted to vent your anger, only to be played by the two of them and lost fifty million in vain."

Recalling the dark days spent in the hotel, Mr. Alden got furious and continued to falsely accuse: "And you don’t know, I later investigated Moira Young and discovered that not only is she hooking up with Aiden Webb, but privately she’s also involved with several directors and, uh..."

"Speak." Seeing Mr. Alden deliberately pause, Julian Sinclair said sternly.

"I heard that while she was with you, she also fancied a pretty boy."

Continuing as if empathizing and angry: "President Sinclair, how can you tolerate such shameless behavior from this woman? But rest assured, I dealt with those materials secretly. Nothing will get out. Anyway, President Sinclair, do you really want these two shameless people to get away just like that? It’s, it’s embarrassing for you."

Julian Sinclair tightened his grip on the phone, expressionlessly sneering, "Don’t worry, I’ll have people deal with it, and I’ll also solve your matter."

"Oh, then I’ll thank President Sinclair in advance."

After speaking, the two hung up, and Mr. Alden stood up, muttering viciously, "Moira Young, Aiden Webb, let’s see who will help you this time, hmph."

Julian Sinclair tossed his phone aside and turned to take a shower. Afterwards, facing his assistant who happened to arrive to pick him up, he said coldly, "Investigate what Moira Young has been doing recently, in detail."

The assistant nodded and made a call.

In the afternoon, Julian Sinclair sat in his office, looking at the latest collected information in his hand.

With a gloomy face, he threw the documents out, shattering the new iPad on impact. The assistant lowered his head, becoming even more respectful.

"Was she injured?"

"Mr. Webb got there in time, and Miss Young was also prepared in advance, so she wasn’t hurt."

Seeing Julian Sinclair breathe a sigh of relief, the assistant continued: "As for the things Mr. Alden mentioned, it’s all unfounded, though Mr. Webb has been getting a bit close to Miss Young recently, and there are some rumors in the crew."

Julian Sinclair turned his chair, half of the setting sun’s shadow passed through the glass and landed on him.

He chuckled bitterly: "I know, deal with the people spreading rumors."

"What about Mr. Alden?"

The yellow hue outside seemed to fade a bit, Julian Sinclair turned his face, making it hard to see clearly from a distance, eyes lowered to the shattered iPad, let out a cold snort, "I’ll handle it myself."

The assistant took the order and turned to leave.

Leaning back in his chair, Julian Sinclair gripped the armrests tightly, suppressing the pain and guilt in his heart.

Moira Young, don’t leave so quickly, wait for me, wait for Uncle.

Meanwhile, Mr. Alden, after finishing his work in the afternoon, felt that Julian Sinclair didn’t have the slightest doubt about his words. Thinking that Moira Young and Aiden Webb were suffering now, the anger in his heart subsided, feeling immensely pleased. He gathered a group of people and went to a club, indulging himself until he was drunk before being carried back to the hotel.

"No way, so we’re losing our jobs?" In the country, there was a commotion at the Zhao Corporation.

As soon as Mr. Alden’s assistant entered the company, he was surrounded and bombarded with questions. It was still early, and none of the executives had shown up yet, so it was unknown if they would come today.

"What, you say the company went bankrupt, how is that possible, why haven’t I received any notice." The manager was startled, hurriedly squeezing through the crowd, quickly running into the elevator, taking out his phone to call Mr. Alden.

At the moment, Mr. Alden was draping his drunken head, listening to the shower, feeling good waiting for someone to come out, when his phone rang off the hook.

Annoyed, he picked it up, saw it was his assistant, and directly scolded: "Don’t you see what time it is now? Don’t disturb my mood."

Hearing this, the assistant knew Mr. Alden hadn’t received the news and shouted in panic: "Mr. Alden, it’s bankruptcy, the company went bankrupt."

"Damn it, what bankruptcy." Saying this, he saw the woman come out of the bathroom and directly hung up.

On the other side, the assistant was still frantically yelling.

Hugging the woman in his arms, just about to do something, suddenly like a revelation, Mr. Alden shouted, "Bankruptcy!"

Hurriedly he dumped the woman aside, took out his phone, and dialed back his assistant’s number.