Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 114: Escape

"Let go of me!" Moira Young’s whole body was on high alert, she struggled frantically, "Let go of me!"

Zayne Sinclair didn’t expect this girl to be so strong, nearly dropping her to the ground, "If you keep moving, I’ll throw you out of here!"

He deliberately pushed her body towards the window, trying to scare her.

"Let go of me!" Moira Young couldn’t care about anything else as she fiercely struggled, Zayne Sinclair’s hand shook, and Moira Young rolled out of his arms!

Zayne Sinclair’s heart tightened, instinctively grabbing her hand!

He didn’t expect her to be so bold!

"Don’t move!" Zayne Sinclair’s half body was leaning out of the window, he used all his strength to tightly grip Moira Young’s hand, veins popped on his forehead, and his face turned red due to lack of oxygen.

Moira Young looked ashen at the height below, Vesperia’s houses and Chinese houses were different in structure, the heights differed too, the third floor here was equivalent to the fourth floor of a small villa in China.

Jumping down, maybe it would mean death.

She didn’t want to face death, but she didn’t want to face being forcibly entangled with Zayne Sinclair, nor did she want to face the fact that Julian Sinclair and Fiona Rhodes were getting engaged!

Among the three, she would rather jump down.

Zayne Sinclair saw that she had no will to survive and even attempted to break free from his tight grip, realizing in panic that Moira Young intended to commit suicide!

In his plan, Moira Young was the ultimate trump card, he couldn’t possibly let Moira Young die!

"If you die! I’ll have Julian Sinclair executed in Vesperia!" Zayne Sinclair was nearly out of strength, "Even if I don’t have the power, Arthur Whitman does!"

Moira Young stopped struggling, "What are you going to do to him!"

"If you die, he must die too!" Seeing she wasn’t moving anymore, Zayne Sinclair seized the opportunity to reach out with another hand to grab her, then using all his strength, he pulled her up.

Zayne Sinclair was very upset, as soon as he pulled her up, he pushed her aside forcefully.

Moira Young was knocked down by the force, falling to the ground.

"I see you need a good lesson in manners!" Zayne Sinclair’s eyes burned with red flames as he strode forward, grabbed the collar of Moira Young, and lifted her up.

Moira Young’s limbs were already limp, she looked powerlessly at the devil in front of her, yet was helpless.

Zayne Sinclair dragged her into the room, roughly throwing her onto the bed.

But he didn’t expect that Moira Young still had two legs to use, she didn’t know what she was doing, closed her eyes, and raised her knee hard to strike Zayne Sinclair.

"Ah—!" Zayne Sinclair’s eyes were bloodshot!

Moira Young used all her strength to push him away, just as she was about to run out of the room, she was blinded by tears, stumbled over something she didn’t see.

Zayne Sinclair was at the peak of his anger, he forced himself to catch Moira Young who had fallen to the ground.

Moira Young retreated in terror, shaking her head helplessly and despairingly, "No... please..."

Zayne Sinclair missed the grab, fell to the ground in pain, rolling in agony.

Moira Young got up and ran out, there was no way she would let anything happen with him!

She followed her instincts and ran downstairs, it was dawn, everyone should be asleep, if she treaded lightly, no one would notice, and all the lights in the downstairs hall were off, she held her breath and cautiously made her way to the hall door, opened it a bit and slipped out.

Several men in black were standing straight outside the yard, Moira Young clung tightly to the wall, finding the darkest spot, she gritted her teeth and ran, those men in black sensed something and all looked in her direction.

Moira Young was so scared she almost choked, then a little mouse scurried out from under her feet, her eyes widened, and she quickly covered her mouth, afraid to make a sound.

The group of men in black then returned to their places, no longer fixating on her side.

It took Moira Young a while to dare to move, behind her was the yard’s fence, very tall, and sharp at the top, climbing over was unrealistic.

The only way out was to slip through the middle.

Moira Young tried to extend her arm and head through, but got stuck at her chest, she was so anxious that tears flowed, seeing the lights in the third-floor corridor light up, meaning Zayne Sinclair was already in pursuit from the room, Moira Young steeled herself, pulled the sides of the fence to drag herself through!

The scorching pain made her curl up in agony, especially at her back and chest, her clothes were torn off.

She gingerly reached out her trembling hand to touch her chest, but the moment she touched it, the pain contorted her face, without light, she didn’t even know what she looked like now.

"Moira Young has escaped! Find her!" Zayne Sinclair’s thunderous roar echoed!

Moira Young’s heart skipped a beat, her mind went blank, it didn’t matter which direction, she just knew if she didn’t run now, it would be too late!

She didn’t know how long she ran, running until her legs were almost numb, until she couldn’t see the lights of the Whitman family anymore.

The sky was gradually brightening, Moira Young weakly and exhaustedly stopped, her legs gave way, collapsing to the ground, it was only then that she realized she was in a field.

Moira Young’s consciousness slowly came back, she was so desperate...

No one was around, she didn’t know where she was, her clothes were in tatters.

Clearly in open surroundings, she felt trapped in a small, closed box, unable to breathe.

She forced herself to stand and kept walking forward, in the distance she saw a house, it should belong to the owner of this farm.

Moira Young walked over and knocked on the door, it was opened by a young boy, seeing Moira Young, he said nothing, turned, went into the room and brought her a piece of clothing to cover herself.

Moira Young felt an overwhelming warmth, she spoke in English, "Thank you."

"Please come in." The boy invited her inside, "Where are you from?"

"China." Moira Young sat down, the boy poured her a cup of milk.

"What’s your name?" The boy’s eyes were particularly beautiful, blue, and his looks were particularly handsome.

"You can call me En." Moira Young sipped the milk, grateful to him, "Could I... borrow your phone?"

The boy was a little taken aback, shrugged, "The signal here isn’t good, but you can try."

With that, the boy handed the phone to Moira Young.

Seeing the phone, Moira Young felt hope, Julian Sinclair’s phone number had international capabilities, so she could call directly.

But... there was really no signal...

"Are you in danger?" The boy asked with concern, "Otherwise, should we call the police?"

Moira Young paused for a moment with the phone held high searching for signal, "Can we call the police?"

The boy’s smile was particularly charming, "My mom’s a police officer."

Moira Young felt a sense of relief, surprised, "Really!"

"Of course, but she’s on a mission, not sure when she’ll be back." The boy thought for a moment, "Maybe I could bike you to the police station."

Moira Young was just about to agree, when suddenly someone knocked loudly at the door.