Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 170: Handling

The next day.

Moira Young couldn’t sleep well due to inner resistance, and was awakened by staff early in the morning.

The ten girls stood in a row in the living room, listening to the director’s arrangements.

"Your plan today is to practice vocal music in the morning, dance in the afternoon, and you’re free to leave the dormitory for activities in the evening."

After the director finished the arrangements, everyone responded and went to training.

Moira Young felt dizzy because she hadn’t slept well and was emotionally burdened these past few days.

Fortunately, vocal practice in the morning didn’t require much energy, and she managed to endure until the afternoon.

The dance instructor was a very stern person. Moira Young had some dance exposure from her early years, but wasn’t proficient. The other nine girls seemed to have professional training and danced well, leaving her unable to keep up.

The coach kept staring at her, making her feel even more nervous.

"Others can rest, Moira Young keep practicing until you get it right." The instructor seemed to despise her, and his tone was biased.

Moira Young practiced over and over again, her sweat almost soaked through her clothes. Despite the dizziness, she kept jumping.

However—

Suddenly!

Moira Young’s vision went black, and she fell to the ground without warning!

She vaguely sensed a crowd of people surrounding her, blocking her desperate need for fresh air.

Gradually, she lost consciousness.

When she woke up, she was in the hospital. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Moira Young’s right hand was still receiving an IV drip, and there wasn’t a person beside her; she was alone in the entire ward.

There was a newspaper on the pillow beside her. Moira Young didn’t know who put it there; it was an entertainment newspaper, and the cover was somewhat familiar, like a photo of her and the other girls.

Out of curiosity, she picked it up and looked at it. The headline read "Moira Young Acting Like a Diva, Not Following Show Rules, Arranging Roommates to Wash Dishes!" The striking and glaring headline stung her eyes. She followed the headline down to see several photos.

One showed the nine girls all lying on the kitchen floor, while Moira Young casually stood watching.

Another photo was of Moira Young sitting on the sofa while Tin washing a mountain of dishes alone.

Moira Young was inexplicably looking at the newspaper, unable to understand why they wrote about her like this; what really happened last night, the photographers present knew the truth...

Why did such a topic arise...

She flipped to the back, where it said, "Moira Young is actually the daughter of a notorious swindler, who still remembers?"

She self-mockingly threw the newspaper aside, feeling powerless against such reports.

Moira Young always disregarded others’ opinions, and she did now too.

She took a deep breath, hoping to survive the upcoming days smoothly.

—

The Sinclair Group.

Julian Sinclair’s office.

"Julian, the newspaper you wanted." Gary walked in with an entertainment newspaper and placed it on Julian Sinclair’s desk.

Julian Sinclair didn’t look up or respond.

Gary pouted and left on his own.

Julian Sinclair then picked up the newspaper.

He looked through all the news about Moira Young expressionlessly, then called Adrian Grant.

"Come to my place."

Adrian Grant’s side was noisy, busy with something, "Does it have to be today? I’m helping you find the butler Liu’s whereabouts."

"Right now." Julian Sinclair’s words left no room for negotiation.

Adrian Grant, helpless, hurried over.

His first words upon entering Julian Sinclair’s office were, "Guess what? I found out where the butler Liu last appeared."

Julian Sinclair didn’t pay him any mind, instead throwing the newspaper at him.

Adrian Grant took the paper, looked at it, and laughed amusingly, "Not bad, not bad; all these girls are pretty."

As soon as he said that, Julian Sinclair shot a sharp glance at him.

Adrian Grant then said seriously, "Why? Want to stand up for her?"

"That’s how the entertainment circle is. There’s no right or wrong, no black or white. The truth is often unknown, so I think you shouldn’t worry so much."

"Besides, now with the negative news, she’ll get famous even faster."

Adrian Grant thought this was no big deal; he understood Moira Young’s personality. Despite her quiet and seemingly vulnerable demeanor, she didn’t suffer big losses.

He still remembered Moira Young tricking him into buying a bag before.

"Tomorrow, deal with it for me. You understand entertainment circle matters better." Julian Sinclair treated his words as mere noise.

Adrian Grant stretched lazily, "How come you’ve lost your memory but still care about her? You might as well care about me a little bit."

"You don’t need it." Julian Sinclair said plainly.

Adrian Grant shrugged, admitting defeat, "No choice, you’re my troublesome fate."

"Also, how come you’re not concerned about the butler Liu’s matter? I’ve found some clues, do you want to listen?"

Once Julian Sinclair confirmed Adrian Grant would handle Moira Young’s matter, he nodded, "Speak."

"I found out he appeared at the police station entrance on your wedding night; but unfortunately, the cops said the video got damaged due to heavy rain that night, so there’s no footage for the subsequent hours."

Julian Sinclair pondered, "Wasn’t he supposed to be in Vesperia on the wedding day?"

"I guess you sent him to protect Moira Young. I found out Moira Young ended up in the police station that night because of a fight, and you were the one who bailed her out."

"I don’t know what happened afterward; you’ll have to rely on your own memory."

The moment Julian Sinclair tried to recall, his mind got tangled, causing pain, making it impossible to reminisce.

"When do you plan to see Moira Young?" Adrian Grant asked curiously, intrigued by the subject, "And when do you plan to visit her room and take a look?"

"None of your business." Julian Sinclair’s coldness was like an ice sculpture.

"Fine, if it’s none of my business, then I’m not helping with Moira Young’s matter." Adrian Grant pretended he was about to leave, leaving things behind.

"I saw her yesterday." Julian Sinclair couldn’t help but clench his fist.

Adrian Grant halted, immediately turning back with a grin, walking over to Julian Sinclair’s desk, "How did it feel?"

Julian Sinclair did not answer.

"Alright, enough teasing. I’ll go intercept all today’s newspapers and issue warnings to the production crew; is that okay?" Adrian Grant waved the newspaper, "Hopefully, not many people have read them yet."

"Yeah, go ahead." Julian Sinclair thought that was a good approach.

"Alright, Little Adrian will leave you for now; if you need anything, you can call me anytime, anywhere!" Adrian Grant said sarcastically before leaving.

Julian Sinclair put down the pen in his hand and pressed his tired temple.

He clearly remembered how fast his heart had beat when he saw Moira Young yesterday. If there was any sign of life since waking up from the car accident, upon seeing Moira Young, he suddenly felt he was really, truly alive.