Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 165: Eye Contact

The next day.

Moira Young woke up in the morning, tidied herself up, and headed to the company, knowing that if Glen Guthrie wasn’t there, she’d feel less resistance.

As soon as she entered the company lobby, she saw two rows of people standing in a wide hall, making Moira Young jump in surprise and stop in her tracks, unsure whether to go in or out.

She suddenly remembered that Lee had said yesterday that a big figure was coming today. It dawned on her that this lineup was awaiting the arrival of that prominent person.

Moira Young felt nervous for a moment and prepared to leave, figuring it wasn’t too late to come back later.

Just as she turned around, Lee quietly called out, "Moira Young! Stand aside quickly!"

Through the transparent glass door, Moira Young saw a row of parked cars outside, and then heard Lee’s words, immediately pressing herself into a spot on the side to stand.

Moira Young bowed her head, uninterested in any big figure, pretending to be invisible was best.

The big figure had a large entourage following him, and soon, they walked past Moira Young.

Just as Moira Young sighed in relief and raised her head, she suddenly met a pair of eyes that left her breathless!

Moira Young stared at the man before her in shock, her eyes suddenly turning red, instinctively retreating a few steps.

How... could it be him!

It’s been a month...

She hadn’t seen him for a month...

Moira Young’s heart tightened suddenly; she couldn’t control the indescribable feelings within her, certain that she hated him.

Julian Sinclair stared at Moira Young for a long time, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his icy eyes conveying a boundless darkness, like a massive vortex.

Moira Young resisted, gritting her teeth, stubbornly holding back her tears. She hoped her attitude would show Julian Sinclair she was no longer the gullible girl he once played with.

Julian Sinclair suddenly nodded, his voice low and indifferent, "Who are you?"

Moira Young maintained a stoic expression, refusing to look at him, held her breath, and turned away.

Julian Sinclair watched her departing back, a layer of mysterious waves flickering in his gaze.

Everyone at LE was dumbfounded. It wasn’t until Moira Young left that several leaders hurried over, "Julian, you’ve had a tough journey."

Julian Sinclair only then withdrew his gaze, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Shall I give you a tour of LE first?" Seeing Julian Sinclair not respond, the leaders felt momentarily awkward.

"No need." Julian Sinclair finally responded.

At this moment, Gary walked over from behind Julian Sinclair, holding a contract, "Hello, let’s find a meeting room. It’s convenient for signing the contract."

The leaders responded, promptly leading Julian Sinclair to the meeting room.

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Moira Young walked far, holding back tears. She didn’t even know how long she’d been walking or where she’d ended up; it was somewhere she’d never been before, looking rather desolate.

There were few people around, just a few dilapidated small villas.

The formerly cloudy weather suddenly turned to light rain, and Moira Young hurried under the eaves of a small villa.

Strangely, four or five men stood around this house, although everything around appeared normal, Moira Young’s curiosity drove her to glance surreptitiously.

She noticed those men weren’t hiding from the rain but had been stationed around the small house all along.

Moira Young turned her head instinctively to look at the house behind, wondering if someone was locked inside.

The men nearby noticed Moira Young’s gaze and all sharply looked at her, their eyes fierce.

Moira Young immediately sensed the threat in the air, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, calmly wringing water from her sleeves.

She didn’t mean to interfere, just curious.

About half an hour later, Lee called her, urging her to return to the company quickly to discuss the VCR content for the afternoon.

If Lee was summoning her back, it likely meant Julian Sinclair had already left.

Since Moira Young hadn’t noticed the path coming in, she had no idea how to return, so she could only go to the roadside, hoping to find a cab.

Perhaps it was good luck; a taxi happened to drive by from the right-front, and Moira Young waved her hand, and the car stopped beside her.

She opened the car door, and as she got in, she instinctively glanced back at the little house, spotting someone standing inside a second-floor window. However, the window was dark blue and far away, making it hard to see the person’s face, but the figure felt familiar.

As if she’d seen it somewhere before.

"Young lady, are we going?" the driver asked.

Moira Young snapped back to reality, got in the car, "Driver, LE company."

"Young lady, what are you doing alone in a place like this?" The driver was an older gentleman.

Moira Young sat in the back seat, not keen on talking to strangers.

"Try not to come to this area often; it’s dangerous. If you see what you shouldn’t, it could cause huge trouble!" The driver kindly warned, having seen Moira Young glance toward that house before getting in, decided to mention it.

"That house used to belong to my uncle, then it was bought by someone unknown, turned quite mysterious, and since then, people have been guarding the entrance, never seeing anyone from inside."

Moira Young paused, realizing someone truly might be locked inside.

"Well, why am I telling you this?" The driver muttered to himself, then fell silent.

Moira Young frowned, straining to recall the final scene she witnessed, finding it increasingly familiar, trying to outline the figure’s silhouette.

But after thinking hard, she still couldn’t remember, though it kept feeling more and more familiar.

When the driver dropped Moira Young at the LE company entrance, she realized she had walked quite a distance. She lowered the car window to check, Julian Sinclair’s car was already gone.

Only then did Moira Young relax, get out of the cab, and enter the company.

Having delayed too long, there was no time for content planning. Lee directly took her to the competition venue, briefly instructing her on the way, mainly emphasizing that she must remember to mention she’s an LE company artist when recording the VCR.

Upon arrival, the other artists were already prepared, each dressed up beautifully, waiting in line to enter the recording room.

Moira Young arrived late and was at the end of the line.

The girl in front of her seemed about Moira Young’s age, with a sweet smile, proactively greeting Moira Young.

"Hi, you’re Moira Young, right? I was right behind you during the primary selection. You play the piano really wonderfully!" The girl smiled, revealing two small canine teeth, her contagious smile inexplicably uplifting people’s moods.

Although Moira Young felt very depressed, she responded with a smile, "Thank you."

"What are you planning to say when you enter the recording room?" the girl asked. "Oh, you can call me Sweetie, my stage name."

Moira Young thought her name really suited her appearance; she exuded a sweet vibe.