Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 174: Rescue

Since Gary took the team to deal with that driver, Julian Sinclair had to drive himself.

"Why don’t we call Adrian Grant over? Let him bring some people; I think it would be safer..." Moira Young glanced at Julian Sinclair, who was driving. It was just the two of them in the car, and she feared they might meet a tragic end rushing in on their own...

"I don’t know where he is."

Moira pointed offhandedly, "His house is just ahead."

Julian Sinclair turned in the direction Moira pointed and stopped at Adrian Grant’s house. Moira knew the code to his house and went straight in.

"Adrian Grant—" Moira shouted as she rushed in, deftly running to his bedroom.

And just at the moment she opened the door!

Moira witnessed an intimate scene in the bedroom!

Oh my! Moira was shocked as she stared at the man and woman lying on the bed, feeling incredibly awkward.

"Moira? What brings you here? Looking for some fun?" Adrian Grant wasn’t bothered by these details. He donned his robe and got up from the bed, only to see Julian Sinclair standing nearby.

"What’s the deal with you two? Spying on my privacy?"

Moira didn’t have time for jokes, "Get some people to come with us. Butler Liu is locked in a small house in the suburbs, and I need to go rescue him now."

Then she said somewhat sarcastically, "This guy here behind me doesn’t care about Butler Liu at all, so I’m asking you."

Hearing this, Adrian Grant could tell it was serious and dropped his playboy demeanor, called his people, and headed to the suburbs with them without changing clothes.

Once they arrived at the small house, more than ten cars surrounded it.

The people inside came out to check after hearing the noise, only to be intimidated by the sight. When they recognized Moira’s face, they were shocked and stared at each other, and then one of them whispered something in another’s ear, who immediately ran upstairs.

"Release him, or I’ll take your damn lives!" Adrian Grant yawned, leaning against the car hood, looking at them disdainfully.

Those people became a bit panicked; after all, Adrian had more people, but most importantly, just by seeing Julian and Adrian, they knew it was not someone they wanted to mess with.

"If we let him go, our boss will definitely not let us off," one of them shouted.

Adrian Grant sneered, "Your boss? Your boss is probably hiding somewhere crying at this very moment!"

Meanwhile, Butler Liu ran down from the second floor. Upon seeing Julian Sinclair, his formerly frail posture immediately gained vitality.

Butler Liu’s eyes turned slightly red as he excitedly called out, "Young Master!"

Moira saw Butler Liu about to cry and felt her own emotions waver, fighting back her tears.

"Don’t move!" the other guys tried to stop Butler Liu.

Julian Sinclair studied Butler Liu carefully; he felt unfamiliar with him, yet saw loyalty in his eyes.

Originally, Julian Sinclair did not intend to speak, but he was growing impatient.

"Cut the crap," his fierce glance swept over the five men’s faces, then he turned to Adrian Grant and spoke.

Then he got back in the car himself.

Adrian Grant understood and gestured for his group to rush forward; soon they brought Butler Liu over.

Moira stood by the car, only breathing a sigh of relief once she saw Butler Liu safe.

"Thank you, Miss Young." Butler Liu said gratefully.

And boarded Julian Sinclair’s car.

Inside the car, Julian Sinclair closed his eyes and sat in the back seat, while Butler Liu took the passenger seat, "Young Master, for this past month, have you... been alright?"

Julian Sinclair’s hands froze slightly as he hesitated whether to tell him or not.

Adrian Grant stated that the only person who knew the truth was Butler Liu, and only Butler Liu knew why he had the car accident, so...

"I’ve lost my memory," Julian Sinclair said calmly as he slowly opened his eyes.

Butler Liu was taken aback, his mind racing through countless explanations for the symptoms of amnesia, suddenly recalling, "I remember... I remember..."

"That night when they knocked me out, later, in a blur, I seem to have seen Zayne Sinclair directing someone to drive after you!" Butler Liu’s thoughts were drawn back to the terrifying scene, still fearful.

"Later... later, were you hurt by someone, Young Master?" Butler Liu’s eyes were full of concern, heartfelt.

"It was presumably a car accident," Julian Sinclair couldn’t recall the earlier events, only knowing that when he woke, the information above the hospital bed stated it was a car accident.

"Are you saying that Zayne Sinclair orchestrated all this?" Julian Sinclair had learned about the Sinclair family’s background in Vesperia, including Zayne, but only superficially; during his stay in the hospital, almost everyone came to see him, except Zayne Sinclair.

"Yes, Young Master! He’s also the one who locked me here, precisely because I knew the truth, so he wouldn’t let me go."

Julian Sinclair’s eyes narrowed slightly, instinctively believing Zayne Sinclair sought to compete for control of The Sinclair Group so resorted to ruthless means.

"Explain everything in detail." Julian Sinclair wanted to know why he appeared there and how Zayne Sinclair found him—did his former self act very imprudently?

"That night, you left the wedding in Vesperia and returned home, then went to the police station to bail out Miss Young. I suspect Zayne Sinclair has something on her; otherwise, you wouldn’t have returned urgently, ignoring the wedding, because... because the wedding was the most important event."

Julian Sinclair frowned, "Why was she at the police station?"

"Miss Young got into a fight that night; the Sterling family’s young master killed someone too."

Julian Sinclair didn’t want to ask too much about Moira Young; he didn’t want to hear it from others, hoping to piece it together himself.

"Young Master... So you don’t remember me..." Butler Liu was locked up for thirty days without anyone to talk to, waiting for Julian Sinclair, his nerves slightly frayed, yet upon seeing Julian Sinclair now, it was as if he took some magical medicine, improving drastically.

"Hmm?"

"It’s... nothing." Butler Liu’s heart gradually filled with joy, realizing Julian Sinclair didn’t come to rescue him because he didn’t remember.

But simultaneously, he was somewhat worried; would Julian Sinclair’s amnesia make handling many matters quite difficult?

In any case, it’s essential to assist him in managing all affairs.

Outside the car.

Adrian Grant walked over to Moira Young’s side, patting her little head, "Moira’s getting more and more beautiful; no wonder you became a star!"

Moira ignored him.

"Did you see today’s entertainment newspaper? But don’t worry, your brother Adrian already intercepted it for you! Hurry and praise me!" Adrian Grant laughed proudly.

Moira tilted her head, "Just tell me what you want."

"You smart little thing! I just want—"

"Impossible." Moira flatly refused.

"I haven’t even said anything! How can it be impossible?"

"I’m not going to help you introduce our company’s female artists."

Adrian Grant didn’t expect his intentions to be seen through so quickly by this little girl and felt immediately deflated.

He glanced at Julian Sinclair’s cold, ice-sculpture-like presence in the car and pouted, "Alright then, two great Buddhas here, I won’t keep you!"