Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 337: Speaking Out

He couldn’t restrain his temper and shouted fiercely, "Get out, all of you get the hell out."

The secretary dared not linger and quickly rolled out.

Even after half an hour, Zayne Sinclair still hadn’t calmed down. He couldn’t help but dial Julian Sinclair’s number, gripping the phone so tightly that the flesh on his hand almost deformed.

He didn’t know how long it took, but Julian finally answered, his cold voice devoid of any emotion: "What is it?"

Zayne ground his teeth in anger and questioned with a rush: "Julian Sinclair, are you the one messing with my subsidiary?"

Otherwise, how could they suddenly lose so many contracts and incur a 2 billion loss for nothing?

There were only a few people who bore grudges against him, and besides Julian, who else would do such a thing?

Who knew Julian would act as if he didn’t catch the underlying meaning: "I don’t understand what you’re talking about. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up. I’m busy and have no time to waste with you."

"Julian Sinclair, how dare you." Zayne gritted his teeth, raising his voice, "Stop pretending to be innocent. Do you think I’m an idiot who can’t see through this?"

Who the hell was he pretending to be innocent for?

Even with his elite education from a young age, Zayne still wanted to curse. He paused and said, "Julian Sinclair, just you wait. The way you treat me, there will come a day when you’ll cry and beg me on the ground."

"Is that so?" Julian smirked derisively, filled with disdain, "Then feel free to use whatever methods you have, don’t hold back. I’m waiting."

"Fine, just wait and see." Zayne’s expression was dark as he hung up and angrily smashed his phone to the ground, the screen shattering like a spider web.

The Sinclair family.

"Let me ask again, are you going back to Vesperia to take charge or not!" Mr. Sinclair looked at Julian with a face devoid of expression, out of patience, he threw down a sentence, his chest heaving with anger.

The years had weathered him, and his face was full of wrinkles, no longer youthful.

Yet this increasingly rebellious son had infuriated him to the point of adding several more wrinkles.

Grasping the armrest of his chair, Mr. Sinclair barely suppressed the urge to slap him awake.

However, Julian, standing upright, showed no intention of considering him, uttering two words without hesitation, his attitude resolute.

"Not going."

After pausing, he directly met Mr. Sinclair’s gaze, enunciating each word: "Moreover, if you lay a hand on Moira again, don’t blame me for being ruthless. If absolutely necessary, I will be even more resolute."

He had been called over by Mr. Sinclair shortly after getting off the plane, without even having adjusted his jet lag.

Besides, staying in Vesperia temporarily was just to eliminate potential threats, not to put down roots.

His roots were where Moira Young was.

Julian’s expression softened briefly, but Mr. Sinclair was so overcome with anger that his whole body began to tremble.

The next moment, his face turned livid, his vision went black, and he collapsed into the chair.

Julian, noticing something amiss, quickly steadied him and dialed the emergency number.

Vesperia’s ambulance was quick, and shortly after, doctors in white coats arrived with a stretcher at the villa.

The sudden commotion alarmed the entire Sinclair family.

Half an hour later, almost everyone of status in the Sinclair family was waiting by the operating room door.

Zayne Sinclair, of course, wouldn’t miss this chance to stir things up,

He mingled with a group of older uncles, speaking as if inadvertently, "Julian Sinclair, was Uncle sent to the hospital by you this time around?"

Actually, he just wanted to ignite the conflict between the two sides. After all, the moment Julian returned, Mr. Sinclair had a stroke and ended up in the hospital. Anyone with eyes could see the anomaly.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the previously quiet uncles showed discontent on their faces,

An uncle criticized, "Julian, this was not right. Your father is getting old, and such emotional agitation is too dangerous. It could cost him his life if something goes wrong."

"Exactly, Julian, even if not for yourself, you should think about your father. He’s your biological father, and the blood relation can never be severed." Another uncle spoke earnestly.

Standing alone in the corner, Julian raised his eyes slightly, his hand by his side clenched into a fist involuntarily. He suppressed his worry, speaking slowly, "Uncle, rest assured, I have my own judgment."

Upon hearing this, the previously amicable uncle’s face darkened suddenly: "Judgment of your own? Is it all for that girl named Moira Young?"

"To anger your father to such an extent for an outsider, Julian Sinclair, you are truly heartless."

Another uncle frowned as well, agreeing, "No matter what, you shouldn’t lose sight of right and wrong. Don’t throw a tantrum and argue with your father for some wild girl. Listen to your uncle, break up with that girl and come to Vesperia to care for your father."

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing, as if Moira Young was merely an insignificant object.

The Sinclair family always emphasized benefits, making emotions seem trivial in comparison.

As an exception, Julian’s voice suddenly turned cold as he glanced at them, "What did you just say?"

"I told you to break up with that improper wild girl in your country. She’s just a low-born commoner, how is she worthy of staying by your side?" The uncle repeated.

Julian suddenly turned around, his handsome face sullen: "That matter doesn’t need your concern, and uncles, watch your words. Moira is not any improper wild girl."

She is the treasure I keep in my heart.

So...

His tone shifted, bringing a sharper edge, "Which means there is no way I will leave Moira. If I hear similar things again, don’t blame me for not showing mercy."

He spoke with a strong tone, never intending to leave himself a retreat.

The overconfident uncles were suddenly stunned, watching Julian leave without even glancing at his father who was in surgery.

His resolute departure was tinged with an indescribable sharpness.

A few seconds later, the previously shocked uncles looked upset and remained silent.

It seemed that after a few years without contact, Julian’s temper had worsened.

The two exchanged a look, and finally, the uncle spoke first: "Julian has become more undisciplined lately. Acting like this, where is the calmness and composure a successor should have?"

Has he gone mad?

Previously, they had been ready to vote for Julian as the successor, but now they were hesitant.

After all, handing such vast powers to someone swayed by emotions, it’s hard to know if it’s good or bad.

Noticing their wavering demeanor, Zayne Sinclair, who had been silently watching, suddenly spoke in a distressed tone, capturing everyone’s attention: "Uncles, actually there is something about Cousin that I have never said. Now it seems, I have no choice but to bring it up."