Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 150: Concealment

Julian Sinclair’s gaze was calm, simply watching Adrian Grant, without saying much, merely looking on indifferently.

Adrian Grant gradually realized the seriousness of the situation and finally reacted, "So, you don’t even know what actually happened yourself?"

"Mm."

"And you don’t remember me?" Adrian Grant studied Julian Sinclair closely, noticing that his gaze seemed somewhat different from before.

Julian Sinclair slightly nodded and replied indifferently, "I don’t remember."

Adrian Grant exclaimed incredulously, "Well, is your intelligence still online?"

Julian Sinclair shot him a cold glance and spoke in a low voice, "What do you think?"

Adrian Grant, who had been nervous, immediately relaxed upon hearing this, speaking to himself, "As long as intelligence is online, there’s still hope."

"How much do you understand about The Sinclair Group now?" Adrian Grant came today to find out about Julian Sinclair’s recent situation.

"How much do you understand?" Julian Sinclair subconsciously recognized that the person in front of him must be very close to him, but since he had amnesia, it was best to be cautious.

Adrian Grant shrugged helplessly, staring directly into Julian Sinclair’s eyes, "I understand everything about you."

"For example?" Julian Sinclair wanted to know everything.

Adrian Grant seemed to recall something, smiled, "For example—when you were little, there was once you fell down, tore your pants, and then, to keep your image perfect, you cruelly stripped off my pants and wore them yourself."

Julian Sinclair was seriously expecting Adrian Grant to say something he didn’t know, but didn’t expect Adrian Grant to be so cheeky...

However, Julian Sinclair still casually asked, "Anything else?"

"Plenty! Do you want to hear it all? I could talk for three days and nights and not finish!" Adrian Grant remembered the childhood incidents, both angry and amused. Indeed, he was bullied by him a lot as a child.

"Focus on the main points." Julian Sinclair’s tired appearance reflected in Adrian Grant’s eyes.

Adrian Grant realized he needed rest, finally stopped joking, "Let me put it this way: the last time I saw you was before you married Fiona Rhodes. On your wedding day, I was waiting for news after your ceremony, but you never sent word. Then you disappeared, and later news from Vesperia said you fled the wedding, so I found out you had been in Vesperia all along."

"So even you don’t know what happened to me?"

"I’m afraid you’ll only know once you recover your memories. Haven’t you asked others? Those who stay by your side should be clear about it, right?"

Julian Sinclair frowned slightly, "All I know is I had a car accident, and I don’t want others to know that I don’t remember anything."

Adrian Grant was shocked, "No way, man! You’ve been in Vesperia so long, and haven’t slipped once?"

"Perhaps."

Adrian Grant admired him, "By the way, how come you didn’t come back with Mrs. Miller? You could ask her about things before your amnesia; she’s with you every day and surely knows more than me. Where is she?"

Julian Sinclair hesitated for a moment and replied, "I haven’t seen her."

Adrian Grant knew Julian Sinclair wasn’t joking and suddenly became a little tense, "Are you saying, from the day of the car accident until now, you’ve never seen Mrs. Miller?"

"Could it be... you’ve seen Mrs. Miller, but you didn’t realize it was her?"

Julian Sinclair slightly shook his head, "No."

Mrs. Miller had been with Julian Sinclair since he was very young. No one knew Julian’s affairs better than her, and her feelings for him were not merely loyalty—there was a mix of elder protecting the younger.

Thus, since Julian faced trouble, Mrs. Miller would undoubtedly be by his side.

"Julian, could it be Mrs. Miller has had an accident? Also, when did your car accident happen?"

Julian Sinclair’s eyes suddenly turned cold, "It should be on the wedding day."

"On the wedding day? Why were you driving on a perfectly good wedding day? Where did you flee to?" Adrian Grant always had thousands of questions, now he’s really curious about what happened to Julian Sinclair before.

Julian Sinclair heard these questions and gave him a sideways glance coldly.

Adrian Grant pursed his lips, "Forget I mentioned your amnesia."

"I think it’s most important now to find Mrs. Miller. I guess she might know what happened to you that day." Adrian Grant yawned, "Mainly because I think you can’t do without her. Before, your business relied on her help. Now with your amnesia, without her, you’d struggle."

"Do you think she’s in China or Vesperia?" Julian Sinclair didn’t intend to let Adrian Grant leave; he had too many questions needing Adrian’s help.

"I don’t know what role Mrs. Miller plays in your plans, so it’s hard to say." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Adrian Grant thought for a while, "I think she might be domestic."

"Why do you think so?"

Adrian Grant’s eyes suddenly changed; he guessed that at that time, Julian Sinclair would have sent Mrs. Miller to stay with Moira Young in the country.

But now faced with Julian Sinclair’s amnesia, he doesn’t remember who Moira Young is.

During the days Julian Sinclair was gone, Adrian Grant searched for Moira Young but couldn’t find her. The house he had given her previously was also sold, so she couldn’t be traced.

Moira Young’s actions clearly indicated she severed ties with Julian Sinclair.

Then... Adrian Grant hesitated in his heart; should he tell Julian Sinclair about Moira Young’s existence?

Julian Sinclair’s sharp eyes seemed to see through people, deciphering Adrian Grant’s thoughts, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No, I’m just tired; I’ll go home and sleep now, call me if something comes up tomorrow." Adrian Grant unhesitatingly got up from the couch, pretended to look calm, stretched, and left.

Julian Sinclair was sure Adrian Grant was hiding something but wasn’t certain what it was, so he didn’t plan to stop him.

Although he knew Adrian Grant was reliable, he ultimately didn’t understand.

Everything, everything, still needs him to find the answer himself.

At this moment, Mrs. Miller had prepared dinner, her smile almost overflowing, "Master, dinner is ready."

She watched Adrian Grant’s departing figure and suddenly shouted, "Adrian—"

Adrian Grant’s expression tightened, fearing he would be pulled to stay for dinner, immediately quickened his pace, and bolted away.

Mrs. Miller puzzled, "Strange, why was Adrian running so fast? He always stays for dinner at home; you can’t even chase him away. Now that Master has finally returned, why not stay for dinner?"