Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 132: The Gathering

Moira Young was just about to insist it wasn’t true, but Heath Sterling beat her to it. He pulled out a chair for her to sit down and then laughed, "Rivals in love meeting face to face, burning with jealousy?"

"Hahaha!" This statement made everyone burst into laughter. The boy who had spoken earlier seemed thick-skinned but was actually quite thin-skinned, especially when it came to such things. He immediately turned red and awkwardly sat down to drink.

"Let’s try to drink less during lunch, or if anyone throws up all over the karaoke later, we’ll have to pay extra for cleaning!" the class president suddenly spoke up.

"Oh come on class president, Heath Sterling is here today, what are we afraid of?"

"Exactly! If Young Master Sterling drinks to his heart’s content, he might just cover all today’s expenses with a wave of his hand!"

Heath Sterling slouched casually next to Moira Young, looking at the people speaking, "Do you all have a surveillance bug planted in my mind? How do you know everything!"

The meaning of Heath Sterling’s words was clear: today’s expenses were all on him. Everyone eagerly ordered whatever they wanted without holding back.

Moira Young felt it inappropriate to just run off like this; Mrs. Miller would probably be terrified. She took out her phone and sent a text to Butler Miller, telling him to reassure Mrs. Miller that there was no need to worry.

"Excuse me, is there a Miss Moira Young here? There’s a gentleman outside looking for you." The waiter came in and asked.

No one paid attention to this, continuing to eat and drink. Moira Young, a bit bewildered, walked out and couldn’t help but ask, "Who’s looking for me?"

"A gentleman with the surname Sinclair."

Moira Young’s face suddenly lit up with a smile of surprise. Could it be Julian Sinclair who’s come back!

She couldn’t help but quicken her pace, but as soon as she saw the silhouette standing outside the door, she froze.

It was Zayne Sinclair!

Zayne Sinclair grinned broadly and opened his arms, "Here we meet again, my fiancée."

Every pore of Moira Young’s skin was telling her to run, but she was abruptly pulled back just as she was turning away.

"Let go of me!" Moira Young looked at him with wary eyes.

"I’ve been waiting for you for days; at least give me the courtesy of saying a few words?" He had been waiting for Moira Young to come out.

Moira Young shook off his hand, her tone distant and cold: "What do you truly want?"

"A few days ago, I originally planned to take you to Vesperia for Julian Sinclair’s wedding, but it seems too late now." Zayne Sinclair put on a regretful expression, "After all, their wedding is in six hours."

Moira Young’s heart wrenched suddenly, pain seizing her breath; she looked at him in disbelief: "What... are you saying?"

"You didn’t know? Julian Sinclair and Fiona Rhodes’ wedding date was moved up to today. He returned to Vesperia to prepare for it, didn’t he tell you anything?" Zayne Sinclair pressed on, his gaze sharp.

Moira Young held her tears back desperately, her attitude firm: "His wedding is none of my business!"

"Oh? Is that so? But you’re my fiancée, and Julian Sinclair is my seventh brother. One way or another, you should take a look at your sibling’s wedding, don’t you think?"

Moira Young was on the edge, "Shut up! Don’t talk nonsense!"

Zayne Sinclair seized the opportunity to snatch her phone and opened her email.

"What are you doing! Give it back!" Moira Young instinctively tried to grab it, but it was of no use.

Zayne Sinclair used his phone to send something to Moira Young, then returned it to her, as if watching a show: "Here, take a look. Their wedding has even alarmed the royal family of Vesperia."

It was a video, showing various angles of an already arranged venue, with some details showing Julian Sinclair and Fiona Rhodes’ names.

Moira Young could hardly help herself anymore; her grip on the phone was so tight that veins showed, every nerve in her brain taut as though they might snap anytime.

Julian Sinclair didn’t tell Moira Young the purpose of his trip to Vesperia; now she learned the news from someone else. It was indeed ironic...

Why did he always have to deceive her...

Why...

"I’ve got a system to stream it live on my side, we can watch the wedding together at six tonight?" Zayne Sinclair was very pleased with Moira Young’s reaction.

"Who are you?" Heath Sterling’s voice suddenly appeared; he rushed forward to protect Moira Young, shielding her behind him.

"Where’s this kid from, really doesn’t know his place." Zayne Sinclair had no interest in speaking to someone irrelevant.

When Heath Sterling showed up, many people followed, and Zayne Sinclair knew it wouldn’t be wise to draw too much attention now. Anyway, he had completed the first stage of his plan, leaving for now was fine.

Zayne Sinclair cast a deep glance at Moira Young, "I’ll live stream it for you tonight. Don’t forget to watch."

With that, he left.

The rest were watching as if it’s a show, thankfully speaking words from Heath Sterling were something they dared not defy; they flowed back to the private room.

Heath Sterling looked at Moira Young anxiously, "What happened? What’s wrong? Who was that guy?"

He could clearly feel Moira Young trembling, and ’plop,’ her tears fell on Heath Sterling’s hand.

Accidentally, it burned his heart.

After Heath Sterling brought her back to the private room, Moira Young sat there blankly without saying a word. Others poured her drinks, and she drank without hesitation. If Heath Sterling hadn’t intervened, she might be too drunk to be coherent now.

In the afternoon, everyone went to the karaoke to sing; Moira Young sat in the corner, feeling as if she’d been run over, the pain unbearable.

She couldn’t tell if it was from drinking or something else.

——

Vesperia.

An hour before the wedding.

Julian Sinclair had just changed clothes when he received a call from Butler Miller back home.

"Master, Miss Young is missing..."

Julian Sinclair’s brow suddenly furrowed, "Have you found Zayne Sinclair’s whereabouts?"

"He’s currently in the country, but we don’t know the exact location."

"By any means necessary, you must find Moira Young, don’t let Zayne Sinclair meet her." Julian Sinclair’s eyes were cold; it was a critical moment. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Yes, Master." Butler Miller reluctantly resorted to using the tracking system Julian Sinclair installed on Moira Young’s phone.

After hanging up, Julian Sinclair suddenly found there was an unread email in his inbox; he vaguely felt uneasy. Upon opening it, he discovered it was sent by Zayne Sinclair, showing several photos of Moira Young watching a video.

Below the photos was a line of text—six o’clock tonight, watch the show.

Julian Sinclair’s dark eyes rapidly narrowed, cold as ancient ice mountains. The veins on his forehead bulged as he fiercely kicked a nearby stool!

The people outside heard the noise and opened the door to inquire.

Julian Sinclair was like a cold, ruthless wolf, eyes exuding a terrifying aura.

"Leave!" He growled, frightening the person who opened the door.

The person trembled and quickly shut the door again.

Julian Sinclair’s eyes were filled with bloodshot red lines; he now wished he could shoot Zayne Sinclair!

He kept his phone tightly in hand while awaiting Butler Miller’s news.