Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 393: Chasing Someone

"Okay, go wherever you need to go, just set things up properly."

"Hmph." Sneering as she watched Dion Shaw begin unbuttoning his shirt, Miaokui waved to the crowd, signaling them to disperse.

Moira Young’s eyes were red, her mouth gagged so she couldn’t speak, struggling desperately, the skin on the back of her hand scraped by the bark.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I told you a long time ago to follow me, but you wouldn’t. Don’t worry, big brother will take good care of you."

Just as he reached out to tear Moira Young’s clothes, he was pinned to the ground by plainclothes police who had rushed over: "Stay still, don’t move."

It turned out that the plainclothes officers received Evan Howard’s message and realized things were complicated. They sent a team in civilian clothes to the address Moira Young had sent, and rescued Moira in time.

Moira Young took two days off from school and went home to rest.

"Half a year’s salary deduction."

In the CEO’s office, the special assistant lowered his head: "Yes." He didn’t dare to argue.

"How’s the investigation I asked you to conduct going?" Julian Sinclair stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking coldly.

"We’ve got everything. The two families have dealings with Myria, they’ve touched things they shouldn’t have, and they’ve covered up issues like tax evasion and selling counterfeit goods under the guise of good relations with certain leaders."

"Quickly send the information to the police station, send someone to wipe out their hideout. Cripple the man who touched her, and treat the woman well."

"Yes."

Julian Sinclair pinched the bridge of his nose, waved his hand to dismiss the special assistant.

It seemed he needed to assign more people to stay with Moira Young. Given their current situation, he couldn’t be at ease if he wasn’t by their side.

Thinking of this, Julian picked up the phone.

At home, Moira Young looked at the school’s intranet. Both the Shaw and Miaokui families not only went bankrupt but also ended up in prison. She felt relieved and finally relaxed.

She took a sip of water, returned to her bed, and played with her phone.

After a while, she was a bit lost in thought. Who could have such power? It seemed like someone was specifically helping her. The first time they got expelled, the second time the whole family was jailed.

Moira Young scratched her head, feeling like she had discovered something, and dialed Adrian Grant’s number.

"Hey, Moira, finally decided to call me?" Adrian Grant said playfully as he parked his car by the roadside.

Moira Young rolled her eyes: "Adrian, you know about the recent events at our school, right?"

"What events?" Adrian rolled down the car window, whistling at a tall beauty walking by outside.

"At our school, a male thug and a female hooligan were both expelled, and their families ended up in jail."

"Oh, I know, what’s up?"

Moira Young was exasperated, listening to the distracted person on the other end, and said angrily: "I want to ask, was it you behind those two events?"

Adrian Grant raised an eyebrow, rolled up the car window, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "Ah, it seems I wasn’t discreet enough, you found out."

"Adrian, is it really you? No one else?"

Adrian Grant smirked, kicking Julian Sinclair mentally, and said with a smile: "Of course, it’s me. Who else could it be? Those two wanted to touch you, huh, they didn’t see who’s got your back. Moira, next time something like this happens, just call me, got it?"

Feeling a sense of slight disappointment, Moira Young chuckled softly and said, "Thanks, Adrian, rest assured, if anyone causes trouble again, I’ll definitely come to you."

"Alright, remember that, don’t be afraid, I’m here for you."

"Okay."

"Alright then, I’ll keep driving."

"Mm, drive safe."

After hanging up, Adrian Grant turned his car around and headed directly to Julian Sinclair’s place.

"What’s up?"

Julian Sinclair looked at the unexpected visitor, raising an eyebrow with impatience.

After drinking a glass of water, Adrian Grant, sprawled on the sofa, said, "You were the one who had someone deal with those two who bullied Moira, right?"

Julian Sinclair continued reading the document in his hand, ignoring him.

Turning to look at the man in the seat, Adrian Grant rolled his eyes: "You should say something. Moira called me, asking if it was me. I smartly covered for you, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?"

"Moira didn’t suspect anyone else?" Julian Sinclair responded, putting down his things and looking Adrian in the eye, with a hint of tension.

Adrian Grant shrugged: "Of course she did, but I covered for you."

Julian Sinclair nodded, briefly explaining the situation.

"Damn, just like that, I’ll just have someone make things even more difficult for them."

Julian Sinclair tossed the phone on the table to Adrian Grant, who raised his eyebrows, smiled, and made a call.

"By the way, how long until you shake off that surname Ruan and your brother?"

Julian Sinclair’s face darkened, his deep black eyes narrowing: "Not long, just one more month."

"Well, you better hurry," Adrian Grant reclined further, "if you’re any slower, you might not win Moira back."

Seeing Julian’s face darken at these words, Adrian Grant smirked: "Don’t say I didn’t warn you, all you do is give me the cold shoulder, but unless you speed things up and get rid of those two, you’ll probably miss Moira’s shadow." Having said that, he rubbed his shoulders.

"I got it." Julian Sinclair closed his eyes, clasped his hands, suppressing the bitterness in his heart.

Two days later, Julian Sinclair had his people prepared, starting with an attack on Zayne Sinclair’s subsidiary in Vesperia.

"President Sinclair, the project of Vice President Sinclair has been quietly intercepted by our people. Now due to financial flow issues, the company is facing bankruptcy."

"Good, continue, don’t let him find any loopholes."

"Yes."

In the Sinclair family garden.

"What are you saying, you’re pulling out, why, someone took over." Zayne Sinclair ranted into the phone.

"Yes, several said they want to withdraw investment."

"Have you found out who?"

"No."

Zayne Sinclair chuckled bitterly, thinking this was unbelievable, no way could there be no one.

"Is there really no one?"

"Little Vice President Sinclair, honestly no, those people just inexplicably want to withdraw investment, and our goods here in Vesperia have also been held up. If we don’t act soon, the company might be lost."

"Damn it." Zayne Sinclair kicked the wall hard, "Wait for me to get there, tell everyone in the company to perk up."

He wanted to see who was messing with him behind the scenes.

At night, a light breeze blew, and a certain estate in Vesperia was filled with music and dance.

"Special Assistant, Mr. Irving has arrived." Outside, a bodyguard looked at the slowly approaching black sedan, whispering into his earpiece.

The special assistant turned and walked into the innermost private room, speaking to the person inside: "President Sinclair, Mr. Irving is here."

Julian Sinclair didn’t stop brewing tea, and said, "Go receive him."

The special assistant closed the door, turned around, and went downstairs to greet the guest.