Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 155: Suspicion

But this time, unexpectedly, Moira Young didn’t drink the juice. When he applied the medicine, the wound was too small, so the effect was minimal, leading to the current situation.

However, no matter what, Glen Guthrie absolutely wouldn’t allow Moira Young to spread this incident. He must find a way to brainwash Moira Young, telling her that he has already tested her.

Moira Young broke out in a cold sweat on her forehead, her body engulfed in fear. She desperately struggled, but Glen Guthrie was still a man, a man provoked to anger, and no matter how Moira Young struggled, it was of no use.

She didn’t believe a word Glen Guthrie said; her mind was filled with thoughts of how to escape from here.

"Don’t move! If you move again, I’ll send your video out right now!" Glen Guthrie felt a hollow fear inside but pretended to be very tough, taking out his phone and waving it in front of Moira Young’s face.

"Take a good look!" Glen Guthrie opened a private album, and the screen was filled with unspeakable videos!

Coincidentally, the last one was the most recently recorded video with white clothing, and Moira Young was also wearing white.

The fear left Moira Young breathless; she wasn’t entirely sure whether she was stained. The video was like a suggestion, gradually breaking down her inner defenses!

Just a piece of white clothing was enough to make Moira Young question if something dirty had happened earlier!

Seeing the panic doubling in Moira Young’s eyes, Glen Guthrie snorted coldly, immediately locking his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

"Your video is in my hands; I advise you to behave!" Glen Guthrie was eager to deal with her on the spot but, having already said he tested her, he had to let her go to maintain his lie.

But it didn’t matter; after all, with the "video" in hand, he wasn’t worried about having no chances in the future.

Glen Guthrie indicated, "I’ll let go of my hands. You’re not allowed to scream. If you scream—"

Moira Young was trembling all over, the atmosphere around her seemed to be shrouded in a dark and cold aura, and despite her struggle, she couldn’t climb out.

Glen Guthrie finally gradually let go of his hands, seeing her silent, nodded with satisfaction, "Moira Young, every new actress in the company has to be tested by me, so don’t feel any psychological burden. Everyone’s the same."

"Today’s incident mustn’t be spoken of, or your video will appear on all major networks." Glen Guthrie got up from the tatami, cleared his throat, straightened his clothes, "Go."

Moira Young’s mind went blank. She held back tears and quickly fled outside.

She didn’t immediately run to Heath Sterling; the bar was a place of shadows for her. But just as Moira Young ran out the door, Heath Sterling saw her. He had been surrounded and unable to move but, seeing Moira Young’s actions, immediately pushed through the crowd without hesitation and chased after her.

"Moira!" Heath Sterling chased for a long time but couldn’t catch up, puzzled. He had never seen Moira Young run so fast.

"Wait for me!"

But Moira Young seemed oblivious, running desperately without knowing her destination.

Heath Sterling finally caught up, grabbed Moira Young’s hand, and halted her.

When the two of them stopped, Heath Sterling suddenly noticed the tears streaming down Moira Young’s cheeks, and only then did he realize something major had happened.

"Why... why are you crying?" Heath Sterling saw Moira Young crying and felt at a loss, "Did Glen Guthrie do something to you?"

"I swear I’ll kill him now!" Heath Sterling, impulsive by nature, let go of Moira Young’s hand, filled with murderous intent, angrily ready to return to the bar.

"No!" The thought of the video on Glen Guthrie’s phone made Moira Young instinctively hold onto Heath Sterling, almost pleading, "Don’t go, I’m fine..."

Moira Young, although she doubted the authenticity of the video, couldn’t afford to take the risk, even if there was a one percent chance it was true.

"Moira, what’s going on? What happened? Tell me quickly, I will definitely seek justice for you!" Heath Sterling looked at Moira Young, distressed and scared, clenching his fists, convinced that Glen Guthrie had offended Moira Young.

"I’m really okay... I want to go home now." Moira Young didn’t dare meet Heath Sterling’s probing eyes, fearing she’d expose herself in front of him.

Hearing this, Heath Sterling took out his phone and called Carter Porter, "I’ll send you a location on WeChat, come pick me and Moira up."

Since the location wasn’t very accessible, and to provide Moira Young with a greater sense of security, he asked Carter Porter to come and pick them up.

Heath Sterling accompanied Moira Young on a walk, and she remained in a state of sobbing, unable to calm down for a long time.

After a while, Carter Porter arrived quickly, having heard Heath Sterling’s tone on the phone was off, thinking it was a brawl.

"Why didn’t you call more people?" was Carter’s first question.

Heath Sterling glared at him, not answering the question, and opened the car door for Moira Young to get in.

He instructed, "Carter, you must safely get Moira home, and don’t leave her house until I call."

Having said that, he opened the back door of the car, retrieving something from the rear, and just when Moira Young turned to see, Heath Sterling quickly shut the door.

"Where are you going?" Moira Young didn’t expect Heath Sterling not to get in the car.

"I think I left my keys at the bar. I’m going back to find them." Heath Sterling held something in his right hand, deliberately hiding it behind him.

With that, he didn’t give Moira Young any chance to say more, "Carter, drive."

Carter paused for a moment, looked at Moira Young, then at Heath Sterling heading back, his throat moved, and he asked, "Moira, you guys just now..."

Although Moira Young’s tears had stopped, the marks of her crying were evident, and Carter sensed something was wrong. He wanted to follow Heath Sterling, fearing for his safety.

But Heath Sterling had instructed that Cai had to ensure Moira’s safe return home, so he pressed the accelerator to first get Moira home.

On the way, Carter kept sneaking glances at Moira, afraid to speak much, fearing the more he said, the more mistakes he’d make.

When they were near Moira’s home, she asked to be dropped off at the entrance of the complex, but Carter, following Heath Sterling’s instructions, insisted on taking Moira inside.

Moira only wanted to be alone quietly, "Carter, hurry and go fetch Heath."

Carter drove fast, so it didn’t take too long, and he naturally intended to go pick up Heath Sterling.

Carter didn’t tell Moira what Heath Sterling took from the backseat. If he had, Moira probably wouldn’t have agreed to let him go back alone.

Sweat gradually seeped into Carter’s palms; he had safely taken Moira home, so now the most important thing was to return and stand beside Heath Sterling.

He would never be a deserter like before.

From now on, no matter what happens, he would stand by Heath Sterling, sharing the same fate.