Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 133: Livestream

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Moira Young, like a soulless puppet, followed her classmates out of the KTV without caring where they were headed or wanting to find out.

From the moment Zayne Sinclair told her Julian Sinclair was getting married today, she decided she would never return to the Sinclair family again.

Heath Sterling stayed by her side, trying with all his might to talk to her, but Moira Young seemed deaf, not reacting at all.

The group found a popular barbecue restaurant, and although it was still early, there were already so many people that tables were being set up outside.

Moira Young sat down, pulled out her phone from her bag, determined to only give up after she saw Julian Sinclair’s wedding with her own eyes.

"What’s up with Moira Young? She’s been distracted all afternoon," the class monitor said with concern. His comment made everyone realize the situation, and they all turned to look at her.

"Yeah, yeah, even in the KTV she was sitting alone in the corner. Did something happen at home?"

Moira Young hung her head low, not saying a word, pretending not to hear.

Heath Sterling was about to say something on her behalf when Thea Thorne suddenly sneered, "Someone shadows her everywhere, who wouldn’t want to act weak and pitiful?"

Everyone exchanged looks, knowing Thea Thorne had a crush on Heath Sterling, making the atmosphere awkward.

"Haha, um... how about we all have some more beer? Who knows when we’ll see each other again, let’s enjoy ourselves this time!" someone chimed in to ease the tension.

"Boss! Five crates of beer to start!"

Carter Porter, still not sober from lunch, stood up shouting, "Ten crates!"

"Can you handle that, Carter Porter? Ten crates is a bit excessive, isn’t it?"

Carter Porter waved his hand dismissively, "We have so many guys in our class, each can have a few bottles. What, you can’t handle it?"

The other classmates echoed, "Exactly, since Young Master Sterling is paying, let’s drink to our hearts’ content!"

Moira Young automatically tuned out the surrounding noise, her inner world consumed by her own storm.

As six o’clock approached, she held her breath, waiting quietly.

"Ding dong—" an email arrived!

Moira Young’s eyes reddened, her heart feeling as if someone had stomped on it. She was about to open the email, but as her finger hovered over the email icon, she suddenly hesitated.

How could she possibly truly want to watch Julian Sinclair’s wedding...

Someone nudged her, causing her finger to move, and the email opened.

A link popped up unexpectedly, and Moira Young resisted every pore in her body, yet the link counted down and automatically opened.

A romantic and beautiful scene suddenly flashed across the screen, accompanied by melodious music, invading Moira Young’s gaze!

The livestream video was blurry, but Moira Young could still make out the tall and graceful silhouette of Julian Sinclair, standing before the priest, waiting for his bride to enter...

Moira Young’s heart suddenly felt as if pierced by thousands of venomous arrows, leaving it bloody and unbearable with pain!

They... really... got married...

Just as Moira Young saw Fiona Rhodes’ face with her own eyes, she instinctively clutched her painfully unbearable chest, the unspeakable anguish causing her to gradually falter.

Moira Young left her seat, ran to a nearby trash can, as if discarding all her sadness and despair, she harshly threw her phone into the trash!

She vowed never to see Julian Sinclair again in her lifetime! Never!

He’s a complete and utter liar!

He’s nothing but... a liar...

Moira Young, disheveled, prepared to return the way she came, intent on drinking until she forgot the past, forgot Julian Sinclair, forgot everything.

But unexpectedly, just as she reached her seat, four or five thuggish-looking men approached.

Seeing this, Heath Sterling immediately stood up, pulling Moira Young behind him. His instincts told him these men were targeting Moira Young.

Sure enough, the four or five men swaggered over, eyes fixed on Moira Young.

"What do you want?" Heath Sterling heightened his vigilance, disdainfully looking at the men before him.

Carter Porter put down his beer bottle, slightly drunk, mistaking the situation as Heath Sterling being bullied, his face twitching as he moved to grab a chair.

"Let this pretty girl have a drink with us, none of your business, move aside," the lead man took a step forward, tattoos covering his neck and arms.

"You think I’ll just move because you tell me to?" Heath Sterling instinctively gripped a beer bottle beside him.

At this moment, several classmates well-acquainted with Heath Sterling stepped forward, but most chose to shrink away, afraid to get involved.

These men were clearly drunken ruffians, and aside from Heath Sterling, who dared provoke them?

Moira Young coldly sneered, stepping out from behind Heath Sterling, her voice as icy as a sword, "Drinking?"

The lead man involuntarily softened his expression and smiled, "Yes, sis, interested?"

Heath Sterling frowned, "Moira, come here!"

Moira Young turned back, her tone laden with heart-wrenching despair, "Heath, no matter what happens next, don’t help me."

"What are you planning?" Heath Sterling panicked, unable to fathom what Moira Young was thinking, or what was going on with her!

"Ha, who knew you’d plan to hit someone!" the lead man mocked, the men behind him laughed along.

"Come on, sis, I guarantee you’ll have a good time drinking!" With that, the man threw an arm around Moira Young’s shoulders!

Heath Sterling’s face darkened, he lifted a bottle, ready to smash it!

But! Suddenly!

"Bang!" A sound!

The lead man who was about to hold Moira Young looked at her in shock, the scene suddenly silent, blood dripped down his head, flowing along his forehead and cheeks to his neck, leaving a striking red on his tattoos.

Everyone was stunned.

Carter Porter involuntarily swallowed, his hand holding onto the chair began to numb.

Heath Sterling stared blankly at his empty hand, he clearly... hadn’t smashed the bottle yet...

"Don’t touch me." Moira Young clenched her fists tightly, indifferent and distant.

"You damn well dare smash me!" The lead man finally reacted, not expecting the soft and gentle girl before him to smash him with a bottle! And so ruthlessly!

A murderous intent rose in Moira Young’s eyes, for a moment she thought that being beaten to death might be better than dying from heartbreak. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Smack!" A sound! The man used all his strength to land a fierce slap across Moira Young’s face!

Moira Young couldn’t withstand the force, stumbling into the side table, but the table was a simple plastic one and overturned directly!

The people by the table backed away in shock!

But even as blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, she didn’t even flinch.

"Moira!" Heath Sterling just realized what happened, he didn’t expect Moira Young to be hit!

As Heath Sterling crouched down to help Moira Young, the lead man delivered a powerful kick to Heath Sterling’s back! The several thugs behind followed suit!

Moira Young panicked! Heath Sterling held her tightly, her initially stubborn and cold eyes suddenly filled with tears, she broke down and screamed, "Don’t touch him! Don’t touch him!"

"Stop!" Moira Young felt the force of the kicks landing on Heath Sterling’s back, each hit despaired her!