Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 148: Saving the Situation

Moira Young’s heart suddenly fluttered, her eyes filled with fear.

"Now, let’s welcome the sixth contestant, from LE company!" The host’s voice echoed from the surrounding speakers.

Gregory Lee patted Moira Young’s shoulder, removing her coat, "Quick, Moira, it’s your turn to go on stage!"

Moira Young’s body suddenly started to tremble, her legs seemed fixed in place, unable to move at all.

The host, seeing no one was coming on stage, was a bit embarrassed and called out again, "Now, let’s welcome the sixth contestant, everyone give a round of applause!"

Heath Sterling stood to the side, thinking Moira Young was nervous, and comforted her, "Silly, don’t be nervous, just treat it like fun, go up, sing whatever and come down, I’m here with you."

Gregory Lee’s face changed, fearing something might go wrong at this critical moment, and then his job would be at risk!

Moira Young’s eyes were red, standing there not knowing what to do.

"Please go on... I beg you," Gregory Lee was desperately anxious.

Heath Sterling didn’t want to force her either, grabbing her wrist, he said, "If you don’t want to go on, then don’t, let’s go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, and was turning away, Moira Young suddenly broke free from his hand.

"I’ll go." Moira Young coolly looked at everything before her; the more she feared something, the more she wanted to face it.

She didn’t want to live forever in the pain and fear of the past.

She had to step out of it.

After Moira Young went on stage, the whole place fell silent; the mentors were first stunned, then looked at each other, whispering about something.

Moira Young looked at the dense rows of cameras before her, feeling as if a thousand ants were gnawing at her, the pain was intense, yet these scars didn’t truly exist, even if she wanted to scratch them, it would be futile.

Gregory Lee signaled frantically for her to introduce herself first, but Moira Young ignored it all.

Standing straight in the center of the stage, holding a microphone, cold sweat already spread through her palms.

Her body was trembling, every strand of her hair was shaking.

As time passed by, the audience began whispering and pointing; the more they did, the less Moira Young knew what to do.

Just as Moira Young felt overwhelmed by suffocating pressure, she suddenly saw a piano at the corner of the stage.

A sudden sense of calm entered her mind, and she walked straight toward the piano.

Both Gregory Lee and Heath Sterling were stunned, particularly Gregory Lee: "What’s she going to do..."

"Does she know how to play the piano?" Gregory Lee asked in surprise.

Heath Sterling looked proud, "Our Moira knows a lot!"

Moira Young walked up to the piano and then sat down elegantly and confidently.

The stage lights all followed Moira Young as she moved.

She was now the most beautiful focus on stage.

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Vesperia.

Hospital.

Julian Sinclair was browsing a lot of The Sinclair Group’s documents in the hospital, as he had just taken over The Sinclair Group’s leadership, there were many things to be done.

Someone claiming to be his assistant stood by, despite looking to be in their twenties, they handled matters quite steadily.

"Julian, the doctor said you need to rest well recently, you’ve been working for seven hours now, you should take a break?" Assistant Gary looked worried.

Julian Sinclair did not respond.

"Julian, I know I haven’t been with you as long as Mr. Miller, but since Mr. Miller is now nowhere to be found, I’ve been with you for three years. I don’t expect to take Mr. Miller’s place, but..." Gary felt a bit uneasy; previously, it was always Mr. Miller who personally served Julian Sinclair, and Julian treated Mr. Miller differently from others. He really hoped that one day Julian would value him as well, yet Julian completely ignored him.

Julian Sinclair’s hand that was flipping through the documents suddenly paused, his cold and emotionless brows slightly furrowed, his face still a bit pale.

"Mr. Miller?" Julian felt it was familiar, hearing Gary’s words, it seemed Mr. Miller should be the most reliable person at his side.

Then, where is he now? Why does Gary say he’s nowhere to be found?

"Julian, you... don’t remember Mr. Miller?" Gary was stunned for a moment, a bit incredulous.

Julian Sinclair withdrew his gaze, his expression distant and indifferent, his voice calm, "Put down the remaining files, you all may leave."

Gary put down the things and saw Julian Sinclair lean back slightly, appearing to relax a bit.

"Julian, do you want me to turn on the TV? The TV in your room is specially connected to Vesperia’s channels, quite a few you can watch."

Julian Sinclair nodded slightly; watching recent news wouldn’t hurt, whether domestic or abroad.

Gary walked over and turned on the TV; having spent three years with Julian Sinclair, he had some understanding of Julian, knowing he usually only watched the news, so he specifically tuned into a Vesperia news channel.

However—

"Stop!"

In the middle of changing channels with the remote, Julian Sinclair suddenly ordered to stop.

Gary turned back, noticing Julian Sinclair’s previously calm eyes now riddled with waves, "Go back one channel."

Receiving the order, Gary switched back one channel; it was a competition program. He was a bit surprised; why did Julian Sinclair suddenly have an interest in competition channels?

On the program, a girl in a pink dress was playing the piano, her beautiful long curly hair cascading down her graceful back, her elegant back like that of a celestial maiden untouched by the mortal world.

Gary was stunned for a moment, finding it very familiar, and when the camera panned, Gary saw the side profile of the girl playing the piano.

That’s... isn’t it Moira Young...

No wonder Julian Sinclair stopped, turns out he saw Moira Young, Gary finally understood; he smiled slightly, about to say something to Julian Sinclair.

But he saw Julian Sinclair’s eyes filled with red streaks, veins bulging on his forehead, painfully pressing his heart’s position.

Julian Sinclair seemed as if he was pierced by a thousand arrows, without a visible wound, yet intensely painful.

Julian Sinclair instantly recognized the girl on the TV, it was the girl from the piano video on his phone. Who exactly was she? Why did seeing her always make his heart feel as if it was being gnawed at?

Gary hesitated a bit, tentatively calling, "Julian?"

Julian Sinclair really wanted to ask Gary who the girl on TV was, but if the girl had some entanglement with him, then once he asked, others would know he had lost his memory.

So, Julian Sinclair swallowed the blood metaphorically, forcing the question he most wanted an answer to back down.

Gary was getting more confused; he didn’t understand what Julian Sinclair’s reaction meant, but he didn’t dare to ask or say much either.

Previously, he knew Julian Sinclair had pushed Moira Young away, and the two had a falling-out before reconciling after a long time.

But since they reconciled... why did Julian Sinclair react like this upon seeing Moira Young?

After much internal struggle, Gary decided to pretend he hadn’t seen anything. Working beside Julian Sinclair meant talking less.