Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 154: Danger

Moira Young has always found Heath Sterling impossible to deal with. Heath’s character is naturally boisterous, straightforward, loves to save face and act cool. Moira Young slightly raised an eyebrow and casually agreed, "Fine, I’ll keep my distance from him."

"That’s more like it!" Heath Sterling seemed to come back to life, letting out a long breath. "Finally, a bit of distance from him. If it weren’t for the fact that we just met today, I wouldn’t bother with him at all!"

Moira Young held the juice that the waiter had just brought over, just about to take a sip, when Heath stopped her, "Don’t drink it!"

Moira Young was startled by his sudden action, her hand shook, and the glass slipped from her grasp, falling to the ground.

The waiter rushed over after hearing the noise. Seeing the broken glass, his face immediately soured, "This is a glass cup, very hard to clean up properly, they’re all tiny glass shards. What if they injure a guest later? How could you be so careless?"

Moira Young was suddenly a bit embarrassed, just about to apologize, but Heath Sterling cut her off.

Heath Sterling couldn’t stand such arrogant waitstaff; his expression changed, and he coldly said, "I’ll book this spot for a year, have someone clean it daily, I don’t believe it can’t be kept spotless."

Noticing Heath Sterling’s imposing manner, the waiter secretly thought this was no ordinary person, felt a bit of dread, and just shut up with pursed lips, silently cleaning the glass.

Moira Young felt truly sorry for her, thinking about how they’re both girls, her heart softened, and she instinctively bent down to help pick up the glass shards.

But accidentally—

"Hiss—" A sharp piece of glass sliced Moira Young’s finger, causing her to inhale sharply in pain.

Heath Sterling immediately grabbed her hand upon hearing the sound, frowning with concern, "Let the waiter clean it up, don’t move!"

"It’s nothing..." Moira shrugged off Heath Sterling’s hand, pretending nothing was wrong.

"What happened?" Glen Guthrie walked over, scanning the scene; the waiter immediately stood obediently to the side, head lowered, looking pitiful.

Heath Sterling’s face was full of impatience, "Is this how your bar treats its guests?"

Glen Guthrie glared at the waiter, "What did you do?"

The waiter sounded tearful and scared, "I-I’m sorry, boss, I didn’t know they were your friends..."

"Forget it, it was my clumsiness, nothing to do with her." Moira Young couldn’t bear it anymore. It was clearly her own carelessness that broke the glass, why drag someone else into it needlessly?

"Hurry and leave!" Glen Guthrie seemed quite harsh with employees. The waiter bowed several times to Moira Young and then left.

"Moira, there’s a medical kit in the office, let me take you to treat that cut." Glen Guthrie’s demeanor changed when speaking to Moira, becoming soft and gentlemanly.

Moira Young indeed felt some pain and readily agreed.

Heath Sterling was about to pull Moira Young back, but unexpectedly, a few men suddenly appeared, each holding a drink, pulling Heath aside. "You’re Heath Sterling, right? I saw you in the racing competition, you’re amazing dude, already a national-level racer at such a young age!"

"Yeah! We are all racing enthusiasts too, would love to discuss with you!"

With everyone talking over each other, they managed to pull Heath back to the seats.

At this moment, Glen Guthrie, walking in front of Moira, had a sudden flash of sinister expression in his eyes.

He led Moira Young into the office.

"Sit down first, I’ll find the medical kit." Glen politely pulled out a chair for her to sit.

Moira Young complied, seated quietly, glancing around. It was her first time seeing a bar office, and there wasn’t anything particularly unique, just an ordinary office.

Curiously, one side of the office had tightly drawn curtains. Initially intrigued, she later thought perhaps it was a resting place for tired workers.

After rummaging for a while, Glen finally found the medical kit. He skillfully bandaged Moira’s wound.

"Do you often get injured?" Moira Young curiously asked, seeing his adept movements.

Glen’s movements paused for a second, his smile faded briefly before returning to normal, looking at Moira Young, "I rarely get injured myself."

"Then why do..." Moira Young suddenly felt dizzy, shook her head vigorously, just about to continue speaking when she found herself lacking the strength to open her mouth. Her whole body felt as if drugged, collapsing into Glen’s arms.

"It’s others who get injured." Glen’s words carried a different meaning, his lips curling into a smile, "From the moment you stepped into LE, you had to undergo my inspection."

Moira Young couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, but she clearly realized she was in danger!

Her body had no strength left, her consciousness growing foggier, gradually lapsing into unconsciousness.

Perhaps the drug’s effects were too mild, compounded by Glen’s rough handling tossing her onto the tatami, caused Moira Young to wake up quickly.

However, Moira Young didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious, nor did she know what happened during that time.

Seeing her about to regain consciousness, Glen cursed under his breath. Just as he thought this attempt failed, an idea struck his mind.

He narrowed his eyes, feigning confidence, "Moira Young, I have video footage of you on my phone. If you dare to speak of today, I’ll release the video."

Moira’s eyes reddened, her mind buzzing. How could she handle something like this? Especially since Glen’s words intentionally vague, creating a false impression that her body had been thoroughly violated.

Moira’s limbs, though not fully recovered, regained some strength. She instinctively recoiled, covering her chest with her hands.

As her consciousness cleared, she realized she was still fully dressed, feeling no peculiar sensations, suspecting Glen was lying!

"Help!" Moira screamed with all her might!

"Shut up!" Glen immediately clamped her mouth shut, eyes fierce, seemingly a different person from in the daytime!

"Do you think being fully clothed means nothing happened? Let me tell you, I enjoy undressing and dressing people too. Shout if you don’t believe I have your video on my phone!"

Glen had done this numerous times, first encountering such a situation!

Usually, he brought newly signed female artists here, making them drink drugged juice. Then, have a waiter ’unintentionally’ drop the glass, specially crafted and very sharp. Anyone handling it barehanded would almost certainly get cut.

Thus, it was only natural to lead them to the office for Glen’s inspection. He recorded the process on his phone to upload to a secretly run group chat, grading the female artists.

The big bosses in the group would then bid, and the highest bidder got to play.