Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 117: Showing Mercy

The Sinclair Castle.

All the elders were already seated, and the seven juniors of the Sinclair family, including Zayne Sinclair, were all present.

"Julian, you’re about to take over the entire Sinclair family. Did you call everyone here today to announce something?" one of the elders asked.

Everyone looked at Julian Sinclair, who hadn’t said a word since entering the room, emitting an aura that kept people at a distance, utterly cold.

Julian’s venomous eyes glanced over at Zayne Sinclair and said flatly, "Uncle, what is the fifth rule of the Sinclair family code?"

Uncle was Zayne’s father. He was somewhat puzzled but, given the power Julian was about to acquire, begrudgingly answered, "No member of the Sinclair bloodline is permitted to smuggle firearms."

A look of panic began to surface on Zayne’s face as he clenched his fists, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

"And what happens if the family code is violated?" Julian’s cold gaze seemed as if it came from hell.

"Exile from the family."

Beads of sweat were now visibly trickling down Zayne’s forehead. His entire body was tense, and he shuddered at the mention of exile from the family.

He stared in disbelief into Julian’s sharp eyes. He had hidden the smuggling of firearms with Arthur Whitman very well, so well that even his own father didn’t know. How could Julian, with all his influence in China, possibly know?

"Julian, what exactly are you trying to say? Are you suggesting that someone here is smuggling firearms?" The curiosity got the better of several juniors, who were eager to know who Julian would target first upon taking over.

Julian lightly waved his hand, and Steward Liu plugged a USB drive into the computer to project it onto the screen.

"Julian Sinclair, are you out of your mind in China? The laws are different at home and abroad. What is defined as smuggling firearms in China isn’t applicable abroad!" Zayne exclaimed angrily, slamming the table and standing up with a face full of hatred.

Everyone understood Zayne’s stance immediately.

Julian treated him like air and gestured for Steward Liu to continue showing the evidence they had collected.

There were covert recordings of Zayne and the arms dealer bosses discussing business, their collaboration agreements, and even videos of Zayne testing guns and killing people.

In the deep mire that is the Sinclair family, there is no one clean, but without evidence, everything automatically goes as if it never happened.

However, once there is concrete evidence, no one can escape it.

Julian originally only intended to hold onto everyone’s dirt without bringing it into the open, but since Zayne had targeted Moira Young, even injuring her, he had no qualms about being harsh.

Zayne sank back into his chair.

Zayne’s father was the most furious, hating Julian for being so unbrotherly that he forced his way to death!

The other elders would have likely preferred to speak up for Zayne, after all these years, no one had ever been exiled before.

But Zayne, in his desperate measures, shouted wildly, "So what if I smuggled firearms! Are any of you clean?"

With those words, Julian’s lips hinted at a fleeting smile, which quickly disappeared. This was exactly what he was waiting for.

The matter could have been made big or small. If all the elders disagreed with expelling Zayne from the family, nothing would have happened to him. But he insisted on digging his own grave, and now all the elders were avoiding involvement, with no one willing to speak for him.

"Shut up!" Zayne’s father roared, so angry that he stood up too abruptly, his vision turning black, causing him to collapse.

Even after being helped up, he was unable to recover for a long time, his hands trembling with rage.

Julian’s father had not said a single word throughout the ordeal until Uncle addressed him, "I’ve birthed an ungrateful son, but your son is too ambitious! We’re all blood-related Sinclairs, yet your ambitious son is tearing this family apart!"

Julian stared at the coffee cup on the table, gently rocking it back and forth with one hand.

Julian’s father glanced at him, finally speaking, "I can’t control him."

"Fine! If you can’t, I’ll take care of it for you!" Uncle charged forward to hit Julian!

Julian’s father stood up to stop him, speaking with harshness, "Take care of your own son first!"

"Don’t argue anymore!" the most esteemed elder commanded.

"The country has its laws, the family has its rules. Julian is about to become the head of the Sinclair family. Whether elders or juniors, you must understand what being the head of the Sinclair family means!"

The entire hall fell into silence. No one dared to speak.

"Julian, you decide on this matter." The most respected elder added after a pause, "But at least leave some respect."

Julian naturally understood the implication, "Strip Zayne of all the rights he took from the Sinclair family."

For Zayne, without power, it was fatal.

But this punishment was the lightest in terms of family law. The juniors, watching like spectators, anticipated a bigger spectacle, but the matter ended just like that.

After the meeting dispersed, Julian gave Steward Liu a look, and Steward Liu immediately proceeded with their agreed plan.

To have Zayne bound and brought over once everyone had left.

Julian sat in the car, watching coldly as Zayne was dragged over. One of the men holding him kicked him in the leg, making Zayne kneel on the ground with a thud.

"Julian Sinclair! I’m your brother! You’re making me kneel. Can you fucking live with that!" Zayne was on the verge of madness, now being humiliated by the person he most wanted to surpass and hated most. His mentality completely collapsed.

"Which hand touched my woman?" Julian’s eyes narrowed, like a sharp blade slicing through Zayne’s heart.

"I didn’t touch Fiona Rhodes!"

Julian couldn’t care less about hearing that name. As he furrowed his brow, someone stomped on Zayne again.

Only then did Zayne realize he meant Moira Young, "Are you fucking threatening your brother over a woman?"

"Didn’t you count on me giving up the power of the Sinclair Group for a woman?" Julian harshly grabbed his collar, his fierce gaze like a beast ready to devour him.

"I’ll ask you one last time, which hand touched her?"

"No... I really didn’t..." Zayne finally saw the person beside him holding a knife, and he knew that Julian was capable of anything!

Julian, in impatience, pushed him aside, his voice cold and devoid of emotion, "Then both hands must have touched her."

"No!" Zayne’s hands were pressed to the floor, and he was falling apart!

"No! Julian Sinclair, you motherless bastard! Let me go!"

Ever since Julian was young, he had heard this accusation the most. He had become numb to it. Closing his eyes softly, Steward Liu saw this, got out of the car to close the door for him, and then gestured for the driver to leave.

Moments later, Zayne’s heartbreaking screams could be heard from behind.

The murderous aura in Julian’s eye finally began to dissipate.

"Did you find out who bullied Moira at school?" Julian asked casually.

"Young master, after checking the school’s surveillance, it was the Linton family’s youngest daughter, Cora Linton. The Linton family has always conducted business through illicit means, resulting in the daughter’s poor character," Steward Liu reported one by one.

"Very well, deal with it along with the Sterling family once we return," Julian instructed.