Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 439: Dejected

Zayne Sinclair continued without waiting for a reply, "Why did both cooperations fail, especially with Ira Irving this time? It seems like every step is being guided forward by someone."

"What do you mean?" Fiona Rhodes said seriously, "You’ve mentioned it before, speak clearly this time."

Julian Sinclair grabbed the cup beside him and took a sip of warm water.

"Haven’t figured it out yet? Did you hear the news that my qualification was revoked?"

Fiona Rhodes nodded.

"Oh, then who do you think is the biggest beneficiary behind this?"

For a moment, the room was hushed, with only the drifting sound of the wind outside. The winter’s faint sunlight was briefly overshadowed by dark clouds, casting a gloom around.

"Julian Sinclair?" Fiona’s lips trembled slightly.

"Ha, not too dull."

Zayne sneered, addressing both her and himself.

"What do you want to do?"

The Rhodes family blood also ran with the trait of retaliation, regardless of identity.

"I heard he’s back with Moira Young." Zayne said calmly.

Fiona frowned, "When did this happen?"

"What, does it hurt?"

She shot a look at the man opposite: "You want to target Moira Young."

Zayne nodded, "Whatever he cherishes, whatever he values, I will destroy with my own hands. Moira Young, humph, don’t you hold unbelievable truths about this woman?"

The two exchanged glances, and then a voice rang out in the room: "Alright."

Two days later, in front of Moira Young’s home floor-to-ceiling windows, Julian Sinclair was on a call.

"Everything is handled."

"Yes, President Sinclair, the evidence is destroyed, but," the secretary on the call paused, then continued: "But it’s unclear if young Mr. Sinclair still has any backups."

"Find a way to destroy them."

Julian said unperturbed, hanging up the call while looking at the bare branches outside. Suddenly, his waist was tightly embraced by someone.

"Why are you up so early?" A soft voice sounded from behind.

Turning around and hugging the person, he led her to the small kitchen.

"Making breakfast for the little lazy pig." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"You’re the lazy pig, hmph."

At the dining table, Moira took a bite of an egg just as the man said: "In a couple of days, I have some matters to handle, should I send someone to notify AE?"

She shook her head, saying, "No need, if I want to return to acting, I can handle it myself. You have to trust me. I’ll help you pack when it’s time, we’ll video call daily, no arguing."

Julian chuckled, "Alright, as you wish. Call me anytime if you need anything, I’ll be back in no more than two days."

Moira nodded, and only then did they eat, as the time neared, the two were even more affectionate than before.

On the seventh, after seeing Julian off, surprisingly he returned in less than two days, coinciding with Joe’s return from the town, the two met up.

Moira went to pick up Julian, and conveniently picked Joe up too.

"Moira, I missed you so much." Joe, carrying bags upon bags, gave Moira a big bear hug.

Returning the hug, Moira smiled, "I missed you too, how are you, tired?"

"Hehe, it’s alright, if you hadn’t bought me the plane ticket, I’d probably only arrive here in a couple of days."

The two pushed the trolley, laughing and chatting, walking forward, completely ignoring the tall figure behind them, not noticing the trace of displeasure he emanated.

"As long as you’re happy. How was home?" Moira focused on chatting with Joe, not noticing the man behind them.

Joe glanced at the woman beside him, then using his peripheral vision, noted the man behind them, lightly poked her arm, and whispered in her ear: "Let’s not talk about my stuff first, talk about your thing, did it succeed? Did you wear my bride gift?"

Moira’s face instantly reddened, if it weren’t for all the winter gear, everyone would see the blush spreading across her cheeks.

She tugged Joe’s cheek, ignoring this perky tease, quickly pushing the luggage outside.

After delivering Joe’s things to his place, she sent Julian away, and the two went straight to a hotpot restaurant.

Julian sighed, begrudgingly returned to the Sinclair residence, and sent two or three bodyguards to tail Moira and Joe, just in case.

While they were deep into eating, Moira said, "Joe, I want to temporarily quit the industry."

"Quit the industry?" Joe swallowed his mouthful of lamb, eyes wide, "Why quit the industry, even if you’re sidelined, Moira, you don’t need to quit. We can keep looking for gigs. There’s tons in this field, someone’s bound to want to collaborate with us."

Moira smiled, motioning Joe to calm down, "Relax, it’s just temporary. I’m thinking, I am still in school, and though I am sidelined, I can use this time to better myself. After all, I’m not professionally trained. Since I’ve chosen it, and really like this field, I’m willing to invest in it."

She paused, continued, "Also, I have pride, Joe, do you think your sister needs to beg those people?"

Joe lifted his head, looked around, and replied firmly, "No need."

"Right, so keep your head high, stop looking for resources for me everywhere, I will become my own best resource."

On the table, the two women’s eyes glowed brightly, the hotpot steam rose upward, carrying their hopes and confidence, dispersing away.

"Moira, got it!" Joe said powerfully, raising his glass.

Moira nodded, their glasses clinked, bringing a sense of exhilaration.

"How’s home?"

"Ah, you don’t know, my brother is driving me nuts." Joe muttered, "He’s always teasing me, tell me, Moira, why don’t I have a brother like the literary god, why are the people you know all so handsome and gentle, wah wah."

At the hotpot restaurant, there was cheerful bustling, Moira’s reply couldn’t be heard clearly from afar, only the jubilant smile on her face was visible, confident, lively, and beautiful.

"What did you say!"

Far away in Vesperia, Zayne Sinclair packed his things per doctor’s advice and returned to the Sinclair family. In the car, he yelled angrily at the mobile.

"How could it be intercepted, what happened, wasn’t it supposed to be foolproof."

The person on the phone stuttered, "Mr.—young Mr. Sinclair, it was President Sinclair’s people who intercepted it, the file bag was snatched, and even the backups in the computer were erased by hackers."

Zayne slammed his fists on the side sofa, seemingly reopening old wounds.

"When was it discovered?"

"Just as we were about to act, a group rushed in, we didn’t have time to react, everything was erased." The person was somewhat jittery, swallowing hard.

The driver and bodyguards in the front seats quietly held their breaths.

"Investigate who leaked the information, find out how it got out."

The person on the other end responded, Zayne hung up, resting his head on the seat.

"Heh, Julian Sinclair, you’re really something!"