Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 391: Ruthless and Sinister

Evan Howard frowned and looked at the girls around him: "Maliciously beating someone can lead to prison, and you’re encouraging others. Aren’t you worried that you won’t just be expelled but also end up in jail?" Saying this, he glared at the gangster boss opposite him.

"Hahaha, my family has connections. Why should I be afraid?"

With an arm around one of the girls, the gangster boss continued, "Besides, I’ve been wreaking havoc around the school for so long. Have any of you ever seen someone deal with me? Have you?"

"No, no," the surrounding girls echoed.

Evan Howard felt his liver ache with anger and thought of Dion Shaw, feeling extremely annoyed: "Before I came, I already alerted someone. If you don’t want to get caught, then leave quickly. We won’t pursue this matter further."

The gangster boss glanced at Moira Young, who was watching her coldly from behind, and sneered: "Bullshit, I’m going to beat this woman today. Girls, go for it."

A group of girls hesitated as they looked at Evan Howard standing in front of Moira Young, but the gangster boss angrily yelled again and pushed them forward.

Moira Young and Evan Howard were outnumbered. Evan was not trained in martial arts, so he could only hold Moira Young in his arms, enduring the punching and kicking from around them.

"Senior, please leave. Please stop hitting him," Moira Young cried out in pain and anger as she watched Evan Howard enduring the pain.

Evan Howard pulled Moira Young closer and forced a smile: "Moira, don’t look or cry. I’m fine."

"Wow, still in the mood for flirting, keep hitting them," the gangster boss said sternly.

After nearly ten minutes, they finally stopped. The gangster boss looked at Evan Howard, who was lying on the ground, and kicked him twice.

She then glanced at Moira Young, who was struggling to get up while holding Evan Howard, and smirked: "Don’t let me see you with Dion Shaw again." With that, she left.

Ignoring the nutcase, Moira Young hurriedly lowered her head and urgently asked Evan Howard, who had blood on his head, "Senior, are you okay? Hold on, let’s go to the hospital." She wiped her tears and helped Evan Howard get up.

Evan Howard coughed lightly: "I’m okay, I have thick skin, I can manage."

The two of them left the basketball room together and happened to encounter a group of boys who had finished playing basketball. The boys quickly came forward and took the two of them to the hospital.

"President Sinclair, that’s what happened. How do you want to handle those two?"

Julian Sinclair angrily threw the documents at the face of his special assistant: "Do I really need to teach you how to deal with this? Expel them, let their families go bankrupt or suffer misfortune."

The special assistant stiffly stood without moving.

"If I find out again that someone at school isn’t looking after Moira properly, they’ll all be out of a job," Julian Sinclair said, his eyes shadowed, his words like they were dipped in ice.

Two days after being expelled, at a suburban building.

"Boss, Ms. Myers is here."

Dion Shaw’s eyes turned fierce as he stood bent over at the pool table. With a strong hand, a ball dropped with a thud.

"Tell her to get lost."

The underling was a bit hesitant, unsure of what to do when he heard a woman’s angry voice behind him.

"Dion Shaw." Following that, the sound of high heels clattering echoed.

"What exactly are you thinking?" With that, she pressed down on Dion Shaw’s cue stick.

Dion Shaw raised an eyebrow, full of disdain, forcefully threw away the stick, turned to sit on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked expressionlessly at the woman opposite.

"Mya Quay, can you use your brain when doing things?"

"How am I not using my brain? The way you treated Moira Young, you tell me what to do."

Dion Shaw snorted coldly, watching Mya Quay’s craziness, remaining silent.

He and Mya Quay’s families could be considered prominent families; the two companies had been linked since their inception. They both knew exactly what shady deals were involved, each holding leverage over the other, thus restraining each other.

Mya Quay had liked him since childhood, which Dion Shaw was well aware of, but he felt nothing. The families wanted to become in-laws, but he stopped it. Dion Shaw’s woman had to be chosen by himself. He knew Mya Quay almost killed one of his women over this matter, but he threatened her, and it had been a bit better these past few years.

He hadn’t expected this woman to still not learn her lesson.

Now, both were expelled, ordered never to return to this school.

"If it weren’t for you, would I have been expelled?"

Mya Quay opened her mouth, her face darkened: "Can’t we just let Dad give the school some money?"

Dion Shaw laughed contemptuously, not wanting to say more, turned to leave, but Mya Quay grabbed him.

"Are you really willing to give up like this, Dion Shaw?" Mya Quay stared intently at Dion Shaw’s face, "The school expelling me is understandable, but why did they expel you?"

"You say I don’t use my brain, but have you ever considered that it’s Moira Young’s backer wanting to mess with you, wanting you away from his woman, and you just went along with it, Dion Shaw, you coward."

Dion Shaw raised his hand and gripped Mya Quay’s chin, his face shadowed: "Say it again."

"What, afraid I hit a sore spot? Look at yourself; you can’t compete with Moira Young’s backer," Mya Quay taunted as she aggressively poked Dion Shaw’s chest.

Dion Shaw felt a surge of anger; who did he think he was? When had he ever been treated like this, like a dog?

"So, what do you suggest?" He released her and pushed Mya Quay aside, returning to the sofa.

"Obviously, we should think of ways to destroy her."

Mya Quay smirked, sitting opposite Dion Shaw, her gaze venomous.

She came today to provoke Dion Shaw; she wanted him to personally drag Moira Young into hell with her.

"But, of course, not that man; I suppose you haven’t found out, right? In any case, there’s still a living target."

Dion Shaw suddenly raised his head to look at Mya Quay, gritting his teeth, cursing Moira Young.

"Tell me, what should we do?"

Mya Quay sneered, confirming she knew this man best, valuing his pride more than his life. No matter how much he liked a woman, it was nothing compared to himself.

She stepped forward and whispered into Dion Shaw’s ear: "Relax, just kidnap this woman, take some indecent photos, and post them online. Then Mr. Shaw, you can use her however you want, hmm~."

Dion Shaw’s Adam’s apple moved as he remembered the scent from Moira Young earlier; no woman could satisfy him the way she did. He casually said: "Hmph, don’t screw this up."

"How could we? The two of us working together, she, a woman who can’t even truss a chicken, won’t escape. Just watch out for the person behind her."

Mya Quay smiled slyly, seeing Dion Shaw nod. The two discussed for a while before leaving.

Afternoon, Mya Quay’s base.

"Have you found them?"

"Ms. Myers, found them, they are regularly around Moira Young," one of the girls whispered into Mya Quay’s ear.