Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 183: Fake

Moira Young hadn’t been held like this by Julian Sinclair for a long time; she cherished the feeling now.

Julian Sinclair was holding her as they got into the car, with Glen Guthrie in the car behind, called by Butler Liu after leaving that small shop.

Moira Young tightly gripped Glen’s phone in her hand, but without the password, she couldn’t open it.

At least she had the item in her hand now, which brought a slight sense of relief.

"Why... did you come..." Moira Young bit her lip.

If Julian Sinclair hadn’t come today, who knows how things would have turned out, how terrifying it would have been.

Julian Sinclair slightly turned his head to look at her, not answering the question but instead asking, "What’s that you’re holding?"

Moira Young instinctively tightened her grip; if the phone contained any videos she couldn’t let Julian see, she’d rather die than have him hear or see them.

Otherwise, she would break down.

"Nothing." Moira Young feigned calmness and put Glen’s phone into her pocket.

Butler Liu was not in this car; he went to another car to keep watch over Glen.

Moira Young shuffled toward the car door, afraid that if she got too close to Julian Sinclair, she might forget her unresolved hatred for him.

Following Butler Liu’s orders, the driver drove into a detached villa, the same villa used last time for dealing with Cora Linton.

Moira Young didn’t know how many properties Julian Sinclair owned, nor did she care, but entering this villa meant Julian would surely find out what had transpired between Glen and her.

The driver opened the car door for Moira Young, inviting her to step out, but Moira hesitated.

"Miss Moira?" the driver puzzledly asked, "Are you not planning to get out?"

Julian Sinclair said, "Let her stay here."

Moira Young’s eyes reddened; she knew Julian was going in to interrogate Glen.

"Could you... let him go..." Moira Young, feeling confused, began to plead on Glen’s behalf. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Julian Sinclair replied coldly, "No."

Julian Sinclair was now certain that Glen was somehow threatening Moira Young, and he was determined to resolve the matter.

Moira Young didn’t know what to do; she realized once Julian Sinclair decided on something, there was no room for reversal.

Julian Sinclair gave Moira a long look that made his heart ache, wishing to comfort her in his arms.

He strode into the hall, determined to settle the matter today.

Glen’s mouth was gagged, and he was tied to a chair, unable to move; his eyes were red and he couldn’t open them, groaning in pain.

Julian Sinclair sat on the sofa indifferently, glaring at the person who had provoked him.

"Young master," Butler Liu said respectfully standing beside him, "Everything has been found out."

Julian Sinclair nodded slightly, indicating for Liu to continue.

"Glen Guthrie, twenty-seven years old, signed with LE company at seventeen, now a popular celebrity. He secretly owns a bar, which Miss Moira visited earlier, a front for shady dealings, and investigations show frequent visits from certain individuals, mostly real estate tycoons."

Upon hearing Butler Liu’s words, Glen immediately ceased his groans, trying hard to open his eyes, wanting to see who could uncover his secret so quickly.

"Due to time constraints, only some things were found; he often brings female artists to his bar, but it’s unclear whether they come voluntarily or are coerced."

Julian Sinclair’s perfectly cold face showed a hint of murderous intent.

Butler Liu signaled the man in black to remove the gag from Glen’s mouth, and the man followed suit.

Glen finally spoke; though quite handsome, in this condition, he resembled a grotesque figure.

"Who are you? How do you know this?" Glen moved but was firmly bound, writhing only increased his pain.

Butler Liu asked, "Explain the situation between you and Miss Moira."

Glen sneered nastily, "So, Moira Young’s sponsor is it! Who is it? Heath Sterling?"

Julian Sinclair’s eyes flickered at the name Heath Sterling; he didn’t know Heath, but he resented hearing any unfamiliar names associated with Moira Young.

"I’ll ask again: what’s the matter between you and Miss Moira?"

Glen remained defiant, refusing to speak, "I advise you to release me quickly; you mentioned those who come to my bar are real estate tycoons, people of status, if you provoke me, naturally, someone will stand up for me."

"You’ll end up facing dire consequences!"

Butler Liu remained calm, signaling to the man in black, "Begin."

"Begin what?" Glen was momentarily stunned.

Then the man in black picked up a thick wooden stick and struck Glen’s stomach with force!

Glen let out a horrific scream, blood suddenly oozed from his throat!

"You... you... save me..." Glen couldn’t believe they would beat someone like this! This was kidnapping!

"Kidnapping leads to... imprisonment..." Glen was in excruciating pain.

"Answer my question," Butler Liu said.

Glen still did not speak, "You dare to hit me, try it—"

Before finishing his words, Butler Liu raised his hand and the man in black struck again!

Because Julian Sinclair’s men were professional thugs, Butler Liu felt dealing with Glen required only professional thugs, no need for international elites, those elite were true assassins, leaving no trace of murder.

Glen’s blood was initially only in his throat, but after the second strike, it splattered out!

"Will you talk or not? If not, we’ll keep beating," Butler Liu warned, he had already been lenient.

"I’ll talk... I’ll talk..." Glen’s weak and painful voice echoed, hoarse.

"There’s nothing between Moira Young and me..." Glen felt utterly defeated, having gained nothing and now being beaten, feeling deeply wronged.

Butler Liu raised his hand again, the man in black hit hard once more, this time targeting his thigh.

Glen’s leg, which had barely recovered from Heath Sterling’s beating, now suffered again, and this time far worse.

"I mean it, really!" Glen panicked, tears nearly welled up; remaining chili powder in his eyes stung painfully with the advent of tears.

"I’ve got most of your exploits figured out, you’d best recount everything truthfully, or this beating is just the warm-up," Butler Liu’s interrogative tone.