Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 207: The Slap

Crystal’s eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on the back of her hand clenching the phone were bulging. Even from a distance, anyone could tell she was trembling.

It was clear, she was enraged to a certain degree.

The makeup artists were all stunned, not knowing what was going on. The girl who just did Crystal’s makeup asked with concern, "Crystal, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"

The girl sitting on a chair nearby trying to relax her breathing tugged at Crystal’s sleeve, "Crystal, if you’re nervous, you can do this deep breathing exercise with me, it’s really helpful."

Crystal shook off her hand, her gaze gradually becoming venomous as she glared intensely at Moira Young standing outside the door. Then, like a madwoman, she viciously hurled her phone at Moira Young!

Moira Young didn’t react in time, and the phone struck her squarely on the forehead!

The pain brought a sharp sting to her nose, and tears welled up instantly. She weakly held her forehead, but touching it sent an excruciating wave of pain!

Everyone present was shocked into silence, not daring to breathe loudly.

Anger surged in Moira Young’s heart. Being hit for no apparent reason, who could tolerate that?

Before Moira Young could walk away, Crystal walked over on her own.

"Moira Young, why did you do that? I told you, we’re all in the same boat here. If something happens to me, do you think you can escape?" Crystal snarled venomously, her eyes filled with bloodshot lines.

Moira Young didn’t understand Crystal’s words at first, but the next moment, she remembered the conversation between the two men on the terrace.

The two men mentioned that the director and Crystal had been reported, and Crystal had just received the news.

Moira Young wanted to question if Crystal suspected her, but since Crystal hadn’t explicitly stated what was going on, wouldn’t asking directly make it seem like an admission?

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about, but everyone here saw you throw the phone at me," Moira Young said, bending down to pick up the phone that had fallen to the ground.

"Stop pretending. From the very beginning of the preliminary round, I saw through your act, using the same man as me and shamelessly reporting me, huh?" Crystal looked at Moira Young with eyes that had long since seen through her, "Aren’t we just about the same? Who’s really better?"

Moira Young didn’t say anything.

Crystal thought Moira Young was backing down, her eyes widened and she sneered, "Hmph, do you think you can hide by staying silent? There are no cameras here; we’re not filming a show. Moira Young, I’m not letting you off today."

"Originally, I was looking forward to seeing you make a fool of yourself on stage, but now, I bet you won’t even be able to get on stage," Crystal revealed her true self. There were no cameras here, so she did as she pleased.

Even if the makeup artists saw it, so what? From the phone call earlier, she learned she was about to be blacklisted by the company, so it didn’t matter anymore.

The spot on Moira Young’s forehead where she was hit started to heat up, feeling both painful and hot.

"Quick! Moira Young, hurry up and get ready!" A staff member rushed over, "Someone named Crystal can’t go on stage suddenly. Who is Moira Young? Hurry!"

Crystal deliberately blocked Moira Young’s path and said to the staff member, "Moira Young can’t go on stage."

"Why?" The staff member asked impatiently.

"Because she and the director—"

"Here’s your phone." Moira Young interrupted her, expressionless, as she extended her left hand to return the phone.

Crystal thought Moira Young was really scared of going on stage, so she relaxed slightly and mockingly took her own phone back from Moira Young’s hand.

However, the moment Crystal took the phone—

"Smack!"

A resounding slap rang through the corridor, harshly striking Crystal’s face!

Everyone present was dumbstruck, what was going on?

"This slap is a light one for you, but I’m afraid if I touch you again, it’ll dirty my hand."

Moira Young slightly raised her chin, her eyes sharp but coolly intimidating, "Not everyone is as filthy as you. If you meet him again, do me a favor and find out clearly if I have anything to do with him."

Crystal turned her face back incredulously, her eyes wide; she was nearly losing her mind with rage.

Moira Young walked past Crystal expressionlessly, but deliberately kept a distance to avoid brushing against her and dirtying her clothes.

After taking just one step, she suddenly turned back, "Oh, I forgot to mention, I’m not the one who reported you. Perhaps you should think about who you confided those shady dealings to."

"Moira Young, I’ll make sure you end up just like me!"

Crystal shouted like a shrew, completely uncaring!

"If you keep shouting, the security will escort you out!" the staff member warned.

The spot on Moira Young’s forehead had already started swelling. She gently touched it and inhaled sharply from the pain.

The staff member guided her to the waiting area and instructed, "After the previous performer finishes, you go on stage yourself, there’s no host."

He glanced at his manual, "You’re playing the piano, right? I almost forgot. Wait half a minute to go on stage, let the staff set up the piano first."

Moira Young nodded, "Okay, I understand."

"Alright." The staff member said and then went behind the scene.

Moira Young sneaked a peek at the front of the stage where the crowd was massive, but something made her stop short.

About sixty percent of the crowd area was holding up Moira Young’s light signs.

She never imagined a scene like this would happen to her...

At that moment, Moira Young suddenly made up her mind that this performance must not disappoint those who liked her.

The previous performance ended, and the lights on stage dimmed as the crew began moving the piano into place.

Once the setup was complete, a staff member beckoned her from the darkness, indicating it was time to go on stage.

Moira Young walked over in the dark, then sat down gracefully, took a deep breath, and placed her hands on the piano keys.

A beam of light suddenly illuminated Moira Young, but just a single beam, projecting a breathtaking sight.

Moira Young absorbed the atmosphere of the stage; even though she was extremely nervous, she still exhibited a fearless demeanor.

Her fans began enthusiastically chanting, "Moira Young! Moira Young! Moira Young!"

Just as Moira Young was about to press the keys, her hand paused for a moment. Instinctively, she turned toward the countless light signs, where her fans were passionately shouting her name.

Moira Young’s eyes began to redden.

Even if the fans might only like her temporarily, to her, this was a rare feeling.

The people in the audience saw Moira Young’s expression and kept cheering her on.

Moira Young smiled and gracefully began to play, the sound of the piano flowing through the speakers.

But— 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Why did the piano sound so muffled?

Moira Young paused for a moment, sensing something was off with the piano; however, the fans there weren’t concerned with the piano’s condition, all fervently chanting Moira Young’s name.

Today, no one came to hear Moira Young play the piano.

These people came just to see Moira Young.