Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 130: Transfer of Shares

"Don’t... make trouble!" Ethan Sterling was fuming, "I heard from your mom that you’re tangled up with that girl, you can’t escape responsibility in this matter!"

"From now on, when you see the one called Moira Young, avoid her, got it?"

Heath Sterling was driving, looking displeased, and retorted, "It was clearly my mom who caused this mess, why blame Moira Young?"

"You—you—!" Ethan Sterling was enraged again.

"Don’t upset your father, just focus on driving," Heath’s mom couldn’t help but slap Heath’s shoulder.

Heath realized he had spoken without thinking again, and quickly softened his tone, "Sorry, Dad."

Suddenly, Heath’s mom had an idea and said to Ethan Sterling, "Or... I could give all my shares from the Donovan family to Julian Sinclair, would that work?"

"You only have half a percent of shares in your hands, he wouldn’t care about those," Ethan Sterling shook his head helplessly, dismissing the notion.

"Would he care about twenty percent of the Sterling family’s shares?" Heath chimed in again.

"He wouldn’t care either, but he’s fixated on blocking the largest shareholder, don’t you understand?" Ethan Sterling took a breath, feeling less agitated.

"Enough talking... I’ll go to Sinclair Group tomorrow to apologize." Heath’s mom made up her mind.

Ethan Sterling waved his hand and shook his head, "I’m afraid you may go without returning..."

Heath’s face darkened again upon hearing this. Although he didn’t know much about Julian Sinclair and didn’t find him that terrifying, mingling in high society taught him one thing: for someone powerful, making a person disappear is as simple as lifting a finger.

Heath frowned tightly; if Julian dared to harm a single hair on his mother’s head, he would fight him to the end!

"Mom and Dad, here’s an idea: Dad’s shares and Mom’s shares could each be taken out, as long as Dad remains the largest shareholder in the company." Heath’s mom turned to Ethan Sterling, thinking the plan feasible.

"Heath’s idea is good; later on, we can acquire more shares from scattered shareholders." Ethan Sterling considered it feasible, "But I’m unsure if Julian Sinclair will agree, as he’s deliberately fixated on that twenty percent margin for a reason..."

Suddenly, Ethan Sterling’s phone rang.

Seeing Mrs. Miller’s number, his hand trembled, signaling Heath’s mom to answer it, and put it on speaker.

"President Sterling, you have six hours left to make your decision. Please hurry."

"Didn’t Julian say there’d be a whole day? Why suddenly—"

"Julian guessed you’ve already made up your mind, so he shortened the reporting time."

Heath pressed the horn furiously, full of irritation and anger.

"Mrs. Miller, I have some thoughts—"

Heath’s mom grew tense, holding her breath.

Mrs. Miller cut him off, "I advise you not to have other ideas."

"What... what do you mean?"

"Please return to your initial decision and provide a response as soon as possible."

Then Mrs. Miller hung up the phone.

Ethan Sterling gripped the phone tightly; he was truly helpless.

Upon reaching the hospital, the doctor arranged a VIP ward for Ethan Sterling, advising him to rest well and not get angry, to maintain a good mood.

The family of three sat silently in the ward; only after a long while did he shakily pick up the phone to call Mrs. Miller, agreeing to the share transfer.

Soon, representatives from Mrs. Miller’s side delivered an agreement, but it lacked Julian Sinclair’s signature.

Heath’s mom watched in pain and regret as Ethan Sterling hastily signed, feeling deep anguish and remorse.

——

The Sinclair family.

After dining, Moira Young returned to her room, leaving Julian Sinclair alone.

Mrs. Miller stood waiting nearby until the person sent to deliver the agreement returned. He handed the agreement to Julian Sinclair.

"Sir, everything is settled."

"Okay." Julian Sinclair took the agreement and flipped through it.

"Sir, you’re leaving for Vesperia tomorrow, you should rest early, right?"

Julian Sinclair glanced towards the direction of Moira Young’s room upstairs. That’s right, he was leaving tomorrow.

This departure could bring unforeseen changes.

If Moira Young found out he was going to Vesperia to wed, what would happen?

He dared not imagine, but felt powerless.

Julian Sinclair sighed faintly, carrying the agreement and pen upstairs. He stood in front of Moira Young’s room for a long time before finally opening the door.

Moira Young was busy on the computer looking for study materials, pretending not to see him.

Julian Sinclair walked up to her and held her tightly, his voice filled with tenderness and helplessness, "Will you miss me?"

"You better go to Vesperia forever and never come back." Moira Young broke free; it was only a fleeting comment, yet the cruelty of it couldn’t be predicted.

"I will check every day if you’re at home. Listen, it’s not safe outside." Julian Sinclair put the agreement on the bedside table earnestly.

"You have no right to restrict my freedom." Moira Young said with a cold face.

Julian Sinclair had just discovered some clues; the Rhodes family was changing the wedding date due to Zayne Sinclair’s interference. Advancing the wedding date wasn’t bad for the Rhodes family; they had no reason to refuse.

This showed Zayne Sinclair wouldn’t give up easily.

Julian Sinclair regretted not really hurting him the other night; mercy brings more uncontrollable troubles.

"Before I return, don’t step out of this house." Julian Sinclair was no longer negotiating.

Moira Young’s eyes reddened, her tears brimming.

"I don’t want to talk to you." She turned away from him, not wanting him to see her cry, pretending to carelessly enter the bathroom.

But when she emerged from the shower, Julian Sinclair was no longer in the room.

Moira Young felt a small sense of loss; he’s leaving for Vesperia tomorrow, couldn’t he accompany her tonight?

The more she thought, the more upset she became. Despite having a chaotic mind filled with swirling thoughts and images, she soon fell asleep.

In the haze, someone called her and moved her hand; Moira Young was deeply asleep, barely able to flicker her eyes, unaware of what she was doing.

Upon waking the next morning, she thought she was dreaming.

After washing up, she dazedly went downstairs to eat breakfast. Her clothes were ready, her bag packed, yet Mrs. Miller hadn’t started cooking.

"Miss, why are you up so early today? I thought you’d sleep till noon." Mrs. Miller quickly started to prepare a simple meal.

"I have class in an hour, I can’t sleep till noon every day."

Mrs. Miller, puzzled, "Class? Didn’t the sir say he gave you a week’s vacation? Including the national holiday, it’s half a month in total."

Moira Young yawned, paused, and finally recalled Julian Sinclair had ordered her not to leave the house recently.

"Our class teacher said no leave is allowed, Julian Sinclair tricked you." Moira Young’s eyes twinkled, scheming internally.

Mrs. Miller pondered, "Is that true..."

"Of course, why would I lie to you? By the way, where’s Mr. Miller?" Moira Young glanced around but didn’t see the shadow of Mr. Miller. Wasn’t Julian Sinclair leaving Mr. Miller to monitor her?

"He’s outside briefing the new bodyguard."

"New bodyguard?"