Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 450: Fans

Her heart must be filled with envy.

"She’s definitely not some high-earner. You guys don’t know? She’s a celebrity, and there was quite a stir online not long ago," someone chimed in.

"A celebrity? What kind of celebrity?" the jealous woman quickly asked.

The other people echoed, "Yeah, yeah, she did look familiar."

"What kind of celebrity? I can’t quite remember, but she had quite a few scandals at the time, seemed like she was trending non-stop. But now, it’s all quiet."

The woman listened and sneered privately, "Huh, I bet she got there through the casting couch."

The others exchanged glances, their minds in silent agreement.

The entertainment industry isn’t that clean anyway.

Moira Young had already left with her things, naturally unaware of the gossip the female staff were spreading behind her back.

But, popularity always brings troubles.

In the break area, four female white-collar workers who hadn’t gone out were seated with their homemade meals.

"Ah, finally a chance to relax," said a woman in a white shirt, stretching her lazy waist and then picking up her lunchbox to eat.

Across from her, a woman in a brown shirt looked at the lunchbox of the person on her right and curiously asked, "You’re eating that today? How is it, is it good?"

"Pretty good, and quite easy to make." The woman nodded, then added, "Would you like to try some?"

The woman in the brown shirt nodded and reached over her lunchbox.

"By the way, do you know who the woman is who’s been around the president these days? I haven’t seen her before," she said, and then thanked the woman who offered her the rice ball.

The woman in the white shirt across replied, "You just got here, so you wouldn’t know. She’s going to be our future president’s wife."

"Really?" The woman in the brown shirt looked surprised, thinking of Moira Young’s appearance, she curled her lips, "How can you be sure it’s her."

The woman who gave the rice ball answered, "That’s simple. Have you ever seen President Sinclair with another woman around?"

"Exactly, exactly," agreed the hungry woman who had eaten half of her meal, putting her lunchbox down.

The woman in the brown shirt felt unsatisfied and switched topics: "It’s not a done deal yet. Things can always change. By the way, don’t you think that woman looks really familiar?"

The other two women raised their eyebrows, and the woman putting down her utensils continued to hold her lunchbox, showing no further reaction.

"What, you know her?"

The woman in the brown shirt waved her hand and took a bite of food before saying, "I’ve never spoken to her, so how could I know her." Then she continued, "Don’t you guys think she looks familiar? I’ve been observing over the past few days, she increasingly looks like a celebrity. Some time ago, she was all over the internet, and I heard there were rumors about her and an award-winning actor, what’s his name, oh right, Aiden Webb."

Glancing at the three, seeing two look confused, while the other continued eating, the woman in the brown shirt felt speechless and nudged the person to her left: "It’s fine they don’t know, but I’ve heard you’re in the fan circle, you should know, right?"

The woman engrossed in her food shot her a glance, ready to speak, but was interrupted by an exclamation.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered, that woman is called Moira Young." The woman in the brown shirt’s eyes widened looking around, "You know Moira Young, right? Tsk tsk tsk, saying that name brings back so much. I remember back then, there were constant reports of her with male actors, and rumors about pushing down female actors, even," she lowered her voice and glanced around, "someone exposed that she rose through industry unspoken rules."

Then, with a disdainful look, she placed her lunchbox on the table: "Though it seems those news were suppressed, but who knows, tsk, this woman, being pretty does have its advantages. Just a slight wave and someone is flattering her. Who knows how many men she’s been with, and our president might have ended up a sucker."

Just as she planned to mockingly laugh, a "bang" sound was heard. The woman absorbed in her meal slammed her lunchbox down onto the table and glared angrily at the woman in the brown shirt: "How can your mouth be so vicious, can’t you just shut it while eating. Moira acts with integrity, gaining resources solely through her skills. Even if she has backing, so what, are your eyes blind? Can’t President Sinclair’s caliber see this clearly?"

The few words made the woman in the brown shirt’s face flush. Seeing the other two women’s expressions change, she felt embarrassed and said to the food-loving woman, "Wow, I thought you were in some fan circle, turns out it’s Moira Young’s. You die-hard fans, what do you know anyway? Have you been in contact with Moira Young? People who don’t understand the insides shouldn’t talk nonsense here, or you’ll end up with your idol becoming everyone’s ride..." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Do you know me?"

A cool female voice suppressed the unspoken words, and the four turned towards the door in shock.

"Moira," the food-loving woman joyfully stood up.

Moira Young stood at the doorway, stepped inside and stared at the woman in the brown shirt: "Seems you’re not hungry, nor tired. In that case, I’ll have President Sinclair assign you more tasks."

The woman shot up, her tone shifting from panic to anger: "Who do you think you are, why would our president listen to you."

"Oh, who am I? Let me tell you ahead of time. Julian Sinclair is my man, and he will be my legitimate husband. In front of him, whatever I say goes. You’re just an employee, huh, what do you count for?"

She coldly stared at the woman in the brown shirt, whose face turned white, and continued indifferently: "I’m fortunate you’re not my fan, otherwise, whatever role I play on screen, remembering you watching would make me feel sick."

The two white-collar workers exchanged a knowing look, inwardly thinking: the future wife has high standards, really high.

Moira Young turned and walked out towards the door, stopping there and turning back, warning: "The company is a place for work, not for gossiping. If you don’t want to work, submit your resignation. Plenty of people outside are waiting to come in."

After speaking, seeing Moira Young leave, the food-loving woman quickly ran out, while the other two women glanced at the woman in the brown shirt, picked up their lunchboxes, and left.

In the room, with freshly done nails tightly gripping her palms, the woman in the brown shirt picked up her lunchbox, threw it into the trash can nearby, and left wearing high heels.

"Hey, Ms. Young, wait a moment."

Moira Young heard the voice and turned back, seeing it was the food-loving woman, she smiled warmly, "Oh, it’s you, thanks for standing up for me earlier."

The food-loving woman shook her head, slightly excited, "It’s what I should do. Ms. Young, I am your fan, I really, really like you. When I heard you were put on ice, I was really sad for a while, but all of us ’Young fans’ believe you will make a strong comeback soon and your future will only get better and better."