Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 205: Tearing into Each Other

"Yesterday we all saw it. The moment you spotted the person getting off the helicopter, you looked flustered and ran into the woods, and that person followed you in," Elena said, raising her chin arrogantly, "Could it be someone from the Sinclair Group sent to catch you?"

"The net of justice is vast and sparse yet never misses; your conman dad will be caught sooner or later," Elena mocked, taking a sip of juice.

Moira Young’s icy gaze swept across, "I’ve said it many times; I am an orphan."

"Thrown away by Arthur Whitman since childhood, so, isn’t that what an orphan is!" This remark caused an uproar of laughter.

Moira Young was very tolerant; no matter what people said, she could overlook it.

It’s just a few jibes about Arthur Whitman; she’s heard them so many times, she doesn’t care for these few words.

Seeing Moira Young’s indifference that made people uneasy, Elena simply stopped talking about it and thought of discussing topics unrelated to Moira Young.

"Hey, how much do you guys know about the Sinclair Group’s Julian? He seems particularly mysterious; even the media haven’t shown his photos."

This topic sparked everyone’s imagination, "Do you think it’s because he’s too ugly to be seen, so he’s afraid of letting people know him?"

Crystal couldn’t hold back and chuckled, "I think so too. I bet he’s really insecure."

Moira Young could tolerate people talking about her, but couldn’t stand it when they talked about Julian Sinclair.

Her face remained expressionless as she fixed her gaze on her and coldly said, "Insecure like you?"

The entire audience froze, Crystal’s smile stiffened, "What nonsense are you talking about..."

Moira Young slightly arched her eyebrow, "You know what I’m talking about."

Crystal’s face turned livid; everyone knew about Crystal’s poor family background. A girl from the countryside who climbed her way up relying on playing the victim.

Every girl understood it, yet in front of the cameras, they still pretended to be great sisters.

In the entire show crew, the most insecure person was undeniably Crystal.

Hearing Moira Young’s words, all the girls didn’t know how to respond.

Crystal, after a few moments, started speaking, "In terms of family background, the one who should feel the most insecure is you, right? At least I was born into a proper family, and what about you? The whole of China condemns Arthur Whitman, and instead of hiding, you dare to appear on such a public show."

"To me, you’re not insecure; you’re shameless."

Including Elena, the remaining seven girls were all stunned. Crystal’s on-camera persona was frail and pitiable; this was her first time confronting someone on camera.

Everyone was puzzled, wondering what happened to Crystal. Did she abandon her persona?

Moira Young didn’t take that sentence to heart at all, and she nonchalantly said, "I seem to remember someone telling me, she and the direc—"

"Moira Young! We’re all in the same boat here! You won’t have a good outcome if you out me too!" Crystal immediately panicked, whispering angrily but forcefully to Moira Young.

Moira Young shifted her gaze from her face, feeling increasingly uneasy the more she looked.

"Okay, Crystal, calm down. Look at how worked up you’ve gotten," Elena pulled Crystal aside.

"We were clearly talking about Julian just now, how did it suddenly become a confrontation between you two?"

"Yeah, our interest is still on Julian! Let’s continue the talk!"

Elena has always been good at steering the conversation, and seeing everyone talking about Julian Sinclair again, Moira Young didn’t want to listen anymore.

Moira Young wanted to leave, but couldn’t, so she just sat there listening, growing increasingly impatient the more she heard.

Seeing Moira Young’s poor expression, Elena couldn’t help but tease, "Is it not okay for us to talk about Julian? Look, Moira Young’s face is turning dark."

A girl chimed in, "If you really think about it, isn’t Julian Moira Young’s enemy?"

Elena seized the opportunity and pressed Moira Young, "Moira Young, we’re all sisters. Why don’t you confess in front of the camera, was it Julian who sent someone after you yesterday? When he exposed you back then, don’t you just hate him?"

Moira Young clenched her fists, "There’s no connection between him and me, stop speculating."

"It’s simple to stop the speculations; just tell us about the helicopter incident yesterday, and we won’t make up stories!" Elena was determined to get to the bottom of Moira Young’s story from yesterday.

"Why should I tell you?" Moira Young frowned, her gaze sharp.

This question stumped Elena.

"I... I’m just curious..." Elena awkwardly took a few more gulps of her juice, "We’re all sisters, just concerned about you!"

Moira Young was already too embarrassed to reveal anything further; the fake sisterhood friendship seemed a must in the entertainment industry—since it’s a regular thing, saying it out loud would render it meaningless.

"If you’re unwilling to say, that means there’s something fishy. I recall the person chasing you into the woods was a man, right? After you two went into the woods, who knows what could have happened, we’re saying this for your own good," Elena, prompted by Crystal, knew exactly what to say.

"You currently have the highest fan count. If you keep secrets, people will think the wrong way."

Elena believed her words would force Moira Young to come clean.

But in fact, Elena was wrong.

Moira Young didn’t care about rankings or fan counts; she only cared about keeping her and Julian Sinclair’s relationship absolutely hidden.

"Elena, every word you’ve said has been recorded, and everyone has seen if you’re forcing me to say what you want to hear," Moira Young sometimes really questioned her normalcy, why did everyone have good friends, and she didn’t.

But after joining the show crew and seeing the girls beyond their masks, she gradually felt like she was normal after all.

Elena was left speechless, glaring at her with resentment.

It was already 1:30 PM, and the director hadn’t shown up for some reason.

Without the director, there was no announcement of any schedule.

Everyone was lazily scattered across the sofa, starting to watch the playback of their show.

Moira Young still sat at the dining table, her mind filled with the events of last night when Julian Sinclair drove her to the show crew and did those unspeakable things in the car.

Moira Young was puzzled, Julian Sinclair claimed he lost his memory; if that was true, why was he still seeking her out?

If he lost his memory, wouldn’t it be better just never to meet in this lifetime? Why go through the trouble of getting entangled again?

Moira Young felt a pang in her nose; she always warned herself to be wary of Julian Sinclair, not to fall into his trap easily, not to get lost in his embrace.

But...

Every time she saw him, a strong feeling surged from the depths of her heart, making her wish she could dive into his arms and never come out again.