Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 268: Humiliation

The sound of a slap echoed through the room, indicating how much force had been used.

Unfortunately, the person being hit was not Moira Young.

Before they could react, Julie was already clutching her face and glaring at Moira in shock, shouting hoarsely, "How dare you hit me!?"

"That’s the second time you’ve asked this stupid question," Moira retracted her hand and passed it to Joe, who understood instantly and took out a handkerchief to wipe her hand.

This action nearly drove Julie to collapse. She raised her hand to slap Moira back but was quickly restrained by Moira, who returned the slap to her.

Moira said coldly, "You offered it yourself; how can you blame me?"

People were bullying her right to her face; was she supposed to just endure it?

"Moira Young, are you asking for death? Do you believe I can make it impossible for you to stay at AE?" Julie was so furious her face turned ashen, itching to tear Moira apart.

"Since when did you get to decide what happens at AE?" Moira stepped back, fearing that Julie might recklessly pounce on her.

"You!" Julie was rendered speechless by Moira, stammering for a long time without coming up with a retort.

Moira glanced at the company employees forming a human wall around them, her eyebrows knitted tightly. It seemed she had been careless today, not realizing it was a trap.

As she bowed her head and sighed, an arrogant voice came from behind her, "She may not decide, but I can!"

The crowd parted, revealing the charming face of Fiona Rhodes. She walked towards Moira, her stride graceful, wearing high heels that accentuated her presence.

Everyone looked at Fiona in admiration. No wonder she was Julian Sinclair’s fiancée; she exuded an impressive aura.

In comparison, Moira’s presence seemed insufficient.

Fiona walked up to Moira and faced her directly, only now realizing that Moira, who used to be a head shorter than her, was now the same height.

Moira’s face was cold and expressionless, but her eyes were fixed intently on Fiona.

"What’s this? From your expression, do you plan to eat me alive?" Fiona remarked, glancing at Moira’s face, her mood inexplicably improved by the sight of her gritting teeth.

"Fiona Rhodes, what exactly do you want?" Moira pressed her lips together, her face indifferent.

"I don’t want to do anything. I’m just exercising my rights as Mrs. Sinclair," Fiona said arrogantly, her chin held high, disdainfully playing with her manicured nails. "I’m helping the company clean house. Is that wrong?"

An excellent cleanup, Moira nearly laughed out of anger, "What do you mean by that?"

She was Julian’s fiancée? Moira couldn’t deny it; they had indeed been engaged before, and although the engagement was broken off, it didn’t mean the old flame wouldn’t rekindle.

Thinking of this, she felt a sourness bubbling not just in her heart but even in her stomach.

Fiona was his fiancée, so what did that make her, who had been by his side for so many years?

Moira was immersed in her thoughts, her expression somewhat dazed.

At this moment, Fiona reached out and pushed her fiercely, saying angrily, "Moira Young, I hereby terminate your artist contract with the company!"

Moira was pushed and fell directly to the ground before she could react, and then she heard the words contract termination.

Her whole body went cold, and she looked up in disbelief, "On what grounds are you terminating my contract?"

"For being disrespectful to me, is that reason good enough?" Fiona’s mouth curled into a cold smile, and she raised a hand, signaling for someone to bring over a chair.

She sat down slowly, looking down at Moira kneeling on the ground, the sarcasm in her eyes evident.

It had been a long time since she had felt the pleasure of having someone at her feet, especially this woman she despised the most—Moira Young.

Fiona thought, this might be the happiest day she’d had in a long while.

"Exactly, you’re just a small-time artist, yet you dare to disrespect our future boss’s wife? You’ve got some nerve."

Someone in the crowd tossed out the remark, and immediately everyone began to concur, all supporting Fiona in expelling the insubordinate artist from the company and restoring peace to AE.

"Do you understand everything that’s been said?" Fiona asked, crossing her legs, looking at Moira as if she were looking at a dog.

Moira stubbornly raised her head, "I don’t understand. If you want to terminate my contract, have Julian Sinclair come do it himself."

This statement elicited laughter from quite a few people.

Julie looked at her in disdain, sneering, "What do you count as? Do you even deserve the boss coming out for you personally?"

"Moira Young, always dreaming big, thinking she can meet our boss. What wishful thinking."

"Doesn’t she know her place? Absolutely disgusting."

Those who already disliked Moira now banded together, united in forcing her out.

Fiona chuckled lightly. It seemed Moira leaving the company was indeed what everyone wanted, so she no longer had to hold back.

Fiona extended her hand behind her, and a document was handed over.

By the time Moira had stood back up, her cold eyes locked onto the document in front of Fiona. Without waiting for her to speak, Fiona threw the document at her feet.

"This is the termination contract, sign it."

Moira laughed coldly, "What if I say no?"

"Then don’t blame me for resorting to force," Fiona signaled Julie with a look. Julie understood and rolled up her sleeves, ready to coerce Moira into signing.

If it were just Julie, Moira might not have been too worried. But there were two or three other men besides her.

No matter how fiercely Moira resisted, she was not a match for several men. Before long, she was firmly pinned to the ground.

"Let me go!" she struggled desperately.

Joe also rushed up with all his might to pull Moira away, "How can you do this? This is illegal!"

"Terminating a contract with our own employee, what law does that break?" Fiona said with a dismissive face, instructing Julie, "Get it done quickly."

Julie gave her a reassuring look, then squatted down, grabbing Moira’s hand to sign her name in the signature block.

"I’m not signing!" Moira’s face turned red with anger. She had never thought Fiona would use such despicable means to force her, it was utterly disgusting.

"Today, you have no choice!" Fiona shot Moira a sideways glance, bellowing fiercely, "Make her sign!"

Moira fought with all her might, and Joe struggled to break free. But how could their small arms and legs be a match against several men?

Moira raised her head and glared at Fiona with the fierceness of a little wild leopard, "Fiona Rhodes, Uncle won’t let you get away with this. After all, this is his company, aren’t you afraid he’ll come after you later?"