Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 296: Missing

Seeing the six dots facing up, Moira Young was just about to clap her hands and cheer, but then the dice suddenly rolled again, landing on two dots.

She widened her eyes, looking incredulously at the dice, her small mouth slightly agape: "What is this supposed to mean?"

"Hahaha, little Moira, your luck is unbeatable! It’s like you’ve been possessed by the god of bad luck!" Adrian Grant laughed heartily without holding back. This was just too unlucky; six whole rounds and she couldn’t roll a single five.

"Is this funny to you?" Just when Adrian Grant was laughing with glee, a sinister voice drifted to his ears.

His back stiffened instantly, the smile frozen on his lips: "Not funny."

"Oh, really?"

"Really, not funny at all." Adrian Grant nearly held up his hand to swear.

Seeing his sense of occasion, Julian Sinclair dropped the matter, gently patting Moira Young’s little head and comforting her softly: "Don’t worry, the next round will definitely be a six."

Moira Young nodded obediently: "Yeah, I believe Uncle."

Adrian Grant sighed deeply; when these two weren’t glued together, Julian Sinclair was a cold, intimidating figure, and Moira Young was a cool, haughty girl.

How come when they’re together, the domineering CEO suddenly turns into an epic level warm-hearted guy, and the aloof little princess turns into a sweet, bubbly girl?

Yet, whether it was Julian Sinclair’s words that held some magic, in the next round, Moira Young did indeed reverse her previous bad luck, throwing four sixes in a row.

This meant that all four of her planes, which were originally parked in the hangar, now took off together and began to move forward.

During the following rounds, her luck exploded; she kept getting sixes and fives and picked up many beneficial items along the flying path.

Even though the other groups had been ahead for several rounds, none of their planes had made it home yet. This dark horse, relying on her incredible luck, had one plane home by the twelfth round.

"Moira, did you activate a cheat code?" Adrian Grant looked terrified.

"This isn’t a computer game. How would I use cheat codes?" Moira Young rolled her eyes at him.

"This defies logic!" Adrian Grant sized her up and down, "Are you cheating?"

Moira Young sighed: "Adrian, isn’t cheating a bit too high-level for someone like me?"

Adrian Grant thought about it and realized that Moira probably hadn’t even played dice games before, so the idea of her cheating was indeed far-fetched.

There’s no helping it. Since he was the one who suggested the win-or-lose penalty, he definitely couldn’t renege on it.

But luckily, there was still plenty of time before the game ended, and he didn’t believe Moira’s luck would hold out like this.

"Let’s go again."

"Bring it on, who’s afraid of whom?"

The facts proved that although Moira Young was quite unlucky in the earlier rounds, her luck remained unbeatable until the end of this game.

She was the last to take off, yet she was the first to send all her planes home.

As for Adrian Grant, although he started fast, unfortunately, he ended up in last place.

He took a deep breath and resignedly stuck a note on his flawless handsome face.

"Let’s go again, I don’t believe I’ll keep losing." Adrian Grant was, of course, not convinced. This was just the first game, and he wasn’t panicking at all.

But once again, facts proved that Moira Young indeed had been possessed by the god of luck. In the games that followed, she consistently held the first position.

However, Adrian Grant wasn’t always in last place. The other two groups also ended up with notes stuck on them.

Two hours later, Adrian Grant stared into the distance, lost in thought with a face full of notes.

Half an hour later, Moira Young looked at Adrian Grant, also lost in thought: "Adrian, aren’t you a grown man? You were the one who came up with the sticky note idea, and now isn’t it a bit unseemly to back out?"

"Moira, it’s not backing out. I’m just tired and think it’s time we played something else. What do you think?" Adrian Grant said, stroking his chin in contemplation.

"So you mean you want to play something different?"

"What? Afraid to play?" Adrian Grant sighed gently, as if feeling regretful, "It seems little Moira is still too young to play anything but Ludo."

"Ah, but I don’t want to play anything else."

Despite saying that, under Adrian Grant’s provocation, Moira Young obediently went along with it.

From posting notes to drinking games, Moira Young’s luck continued to be outstanding. Adrian Grant could hold his liquor exceptionally well, but in the subsequent games, irregardless of Moira Young’s familiarity, he never once won.

He looked pleadingly at Julian Sinclair, hoping he’d cut him some slack, but Julian Sinclair looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"We’re all brothers, there’s no need to be so ruthless, right?" Adrian Grant moaned, looking dejected.

"It’s the path you chose; you have to see it through on your knees," Julian Sinclair cast him a cold glance, keeping his arm firmly around Moira Young’s slim waist, not caring one bit.

Adrian Grant nearly cried; if not for a blonde, blue-eyed foreign beauty by his side shielding him from drinks, he would’ve been knocked out long ago.

In contrast, from a few rounds of Ludo onward, Moira Young’s luck soared; no matter the game, victory was guaranteed, resulting in her drinking no more than five glasses altogether.

The fruit wine’s low alcohol content was far from intoxicating, leaving her looking as rosy and fresh as ever.

Who knows how long it had been; Adrian Grant couldn’t drink anymore, so the three finally settled the bill and headed back.

Returning to the hotel, Moira Young was so exhausted she was almost in a daze. After a shower, she went straight to bed.

She slept until noon the next day before climbing out of bed, and when she awoke, Julian Sinclair was already gone.

"Uncle?" she called out, unsurprisingly receiving no response.

Frowning slightly, Moira Young picked up her phone to call Julian Sinclair, only to hear a mechanical female voice: Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later.

Switched off?

Uncle’s work was always busy, and even when out, he was often seen with his phone responding to various messages. Turning off his phone was never an option unless something unexpected happened.

Thinking of unexpected events... Moira Young’s heart tightened, chastising herself for partying too much last night, ending up in such a deep sleep this morning.

Without giving it another thought, she hurriedly got dressed and went to Adrian Grant’s room door, knocking incessantly: "Adrian, Adrian, open the door quickly."

This was a five-star high-end hotel with soundproofing so good it was indescribable. Besides, Adrian Grant had drunk so much last night, he hadn’t woken up yet, and he couldn’t hear Moira Young’s calls.

After calling out for a long time with no movement, Moira Young’s face got increasingly anxious.