Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 433: Shameless

"High losses, where do these high losses come from? These clothes haven’t even been sold much. At worst it’s a few million, and you want to take it to court. Haha, Ira, you’re really something. Do you think I don’t dare?" Mumbling, he lifted his head and said to the secretary still standing there, "Go and bring the contract signed with The Irving Group, bring all of them, and call the company’s lawyer over. I want to see what tricks Ira is trying to pull."

The secretary hurriedly turned and went out. Later, she brought the contract and then turned to make a phone call.

Zayne Sinclair reached out to take the previous contract between the two and began to read it carefully. Previously, due to being too excited, he hadn’t really scrutinized the contract. Just now, although he spoke very strongly, his heart was inexplicably flustered.

Upon review, he was even more enraged, feeling deceived, and angrily stood up to kick the chair aside, hitting the nearby wine cabinet. Bottles fell down with a clatter, shattering everywhere, and the carpet on the floor was messed up by the spilled wine, utterly ruined.

Outside, as the secretary brought the lawyer ready to come in, they were startled by the noise. The two paused for a moment before opening the door and entering.

Trying to stay calm amidst the chaos in the room, the secretary whispered, "Young Mr. Sinclair, the lawyer is here."

Zayne Sinclair, with his back to them, looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, only feeling his head buzzing, spinning severely.

The lawyer glanced at the secretary, exchanged a look, and stepped forward to read the contract.

For a moment, there was silence, with the secretary across the room watching the lawyer’s face grow darker.

After closing the contract, the lawyer turned and said, "Young Mr. Sinclair, this contract has all the clauses against us."

Zayne Sinclair took a deep breath and punched the floor-to-ceiling window: "I know."

"Then why did you...?" The lawyer said, watching Zayne Sinclair turn around, his eyes bloodshot with anger, and fell silent.

It turns out, this contract was a trap set by Ira in advance. No matter what happened, all explanations belonged to The Irving Group. So, no matter what Zayne Sinclair said, he was liable to compensate, and if there was a problem, he would have to pay additional damages amounting to ten billion.

This massive figure, how could Julian Sinclair not be furious, thinking about how he had been played all along, led by the nose, a laughingstock throughout, filled with hatred and the urge to kill Ira.

Heavy breathing echoed in the room: "Get out."

The two across the room looked at each other, hesitated, really not knowing what to say; it was like suffering in silence, helpless, and they turned to leave.

He must carefully think and find another partner.

Zayne Sinclair heard the sound of the door closing, silently leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, slid down, covering his face, and gritting his teeth tightly.

Outside, the sunset gradually rose, and the red clouds filled the sky.

"Got it done?"

"Almost, it won’t be long before we close the net."

"Thanks, I’ll treat you to tea then."

"I’ll be waiting for it."

Somewhere, a phone connected the voices of two men.

"Fiona Rhodes, open the door." Outside Fiona Rhodes’ apartment, Zayne Sinclair continuously knocked on the door.

Inside, Fiona Rhodes didn’t let the servants move, listening at the door, turned around disdainfully, and went upstairs.

Zayne Sinclair, you deserve this. That’s your retribution for treating me like that!

"No one opens the door, go do what you need to do." On the staircase, Fiona Rhodes’ disdainful voice echoed.

"Yes." The maids nodded and turned away.

Zayne Sinclair didn’t give up outside, knocking for nearly half an hour until he ran into the security on routine patrol. After a brief confrontation, he left indignantly.

On the small balcony on the second floor of the courtyard, Fiona Rhodes watched the departing car, slightly curled her lips, swayed her wine glass, taking a sip, with the wind fluttering the skirt at her feet, gleaming brightly.

Back home, Moira Young and Zayne Sinclair remained very lovey-dovey, envied by everyone around. At this moment, far away in his hometown, Joe just wanted to shut the world out; impulsively wanting to check on his ’unemployed artist’ during the New Year, contemplating whether to fly back in a few days. But unexpectedly, he saw a man at the side of the person he had been thinking about for half a day. Well, it’s Julian Sinclair, and that’s fine. During a mere one-hour call with his sister, the two were lovey-dovey, pink bubbles filling the screen.

What’s going on???? On such a huge holiday, is this fair to a ’single dog’ like Joe?

"[Smile], what did I do wrong to eat lemons here all by myself, cry, I’m out, Moira sis, give me a break." As soon as the words were out, the person disappeared.

Moira Young leaned against Julian Sinclair’s embrace, her cheeks flushed, her chin subtly moving backward, trying to avoid the man’s fingers reaching over. As the phone returned to the WeChat interface, she pouted, giving the man a subtle glare.

The man seized the moment to pull her onto his lap, giving her no time to react in his embrace, he lowered his head, approaching, playfully nibbling and licking, extremely seductive.

Moira Young couldn’t resist, soon surrendering completely, dizzily indulging herself.

Meanwhile, Joe over there was howling, heading off to boost Aiden Webb’s ranking, licking images.

The time zone difference between here and abroad is seven hours. After leaving the Rhodes family, Zayne Sinclair went to a bar, drank more and more frustrated, and went home early.

Looking at the documents in hand, thinking that the only ally he currently has with some status in the business world is the Rhodes family, he frowned and dialed Fiona Rhodes’ number.

Of course, women often never know what it means to let things go, especially for Fiona Rhodes. Giving him the cold shoulder wasn’t enough. Seeing Zayne Sinclair call nearly fifty times, and change several numbers to do so, she finally gave him face, leisurely sitting on the sofa and answering the call.

"Young Mr. Sinclair, I’ve made myself very clear. What else do you want?"

Zayne Sinclair clenched his teeth darkly: "If you don’t show up, just wait to see the headlines."

"What headlines?" Fiona Rhodes instinctively felt uneasy.

The man sneered, dragging his words: "Of course, it’s your bedroom photos, Miss Rhodes."

"Zayne Sinclair, you are shameless." A woman’s furious tone came from the receiver, the man’s brows suddenly relaxed, leaning back in the chair, "Shameless, heh, thanks for the compliment."

Fiona Rhodes gasped with an angry face flushed. She realized she had been too careless. Although during the engagement, she and Zayne Sinclair stayed in the same house, they hadn’t shared a room, and she had locked her door. Logically, this shouldn’t have happened. Forcing herself to calm down, feeling a hint of luck, she said, "No way, trying to trick me, no chance." As soon as the words were finished, she pressed the hang-up button directly.

Zayne Sinclair lowered his head slightly, his shoulders trembling, a fine laugh echoed in the study, gradually expanding before it stopped a moment later. His eyes darkened, looking at the phone gallery, his thumb scrolling up and down, his throat rolling slightly, lips slightly curled: "Trick, heh, I’m not playing the fool."