Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 327: Panic

Until she returned to the villa in a daze, Moira Young slowly regained her thoughts.

Obviously, she had been thoroughly manipulated by Annie.

But why did Annie suddenly do this?

Moira felt uncomfortable. Mrs. Miller, who was tidying up, noticed her presence and quickly walked over: "Miss, what’s wrong? You look so pale, are you feeling unwell?"

Moira shook her head, looking dispirited, which made Mrs. Miller more worried: "Did that Annie do something that upset you?"

"It’s nothing, Mrs. Miller, don’t worry." Moira reached up to take off her baseball cap, recalling those mocking words, silently rubbing the brim of her hat.

Annie...

Why would she want to harm her?

This incident turned out to be more serious than Moira imagined; the next day’s headlines began covering it almost comprehensively.

Trending searches and news headlines were filled with eye-catching titles.

#Shocking, an entertainment circle junior openly oppresses a senior, forcing them to kneel.#

#Moira Young’s public persona collapses, what reasons lie behind oppressing a senior?#

#Who would have thought a famous actress could do such a thing.#

Moira huddled on the sofa, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, especially with the comments under the headlines, sharp words striking at her heart.

Joe rushed in before he could catch his breath and took the tablet from her hands, asking, "Moira, what exactly happened?"

During Moira’s days of recuperation at the villa, Joe had been on leave, handling some PR issues from home. But waking up to this overwhelming news was unexpected.

Seeing Moira’s aggrieved look, Joe slapped his forehead in frustration, comforting, "Moira, it’s okay. Just tell me, there will always be a way to resolve it."

Joe had suspected Annie wasn’t simple and had already tried to avoid her, but unexpectedly couldn’t prevent this.

Hearing his words, Moira hung her head, seeming to realize her mistake, and recounted everything.

During that time, Moira’s mind was blank; instinctively, she left, inadvertently giving Annie the opportunity.

She blinked her big, watery eyes pitifully, her face showing helplessness.

Joe couldn’t bear it, quickly opened his managed account, typing away on the keyboard, holding some connections to internet commenters as an assistant. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Currently, online sentiment was overwhelmingly against Moira; controlling public opinion was crucial.

Thinking, Joe asked, "Moira, is President Sinclair available?"

"Uncle isn’t here," Moira slumped further.

After Uncle left yesterday, for unknown reasons, he hadn’t returned.

Although Moira had decided unilaterally to start a cold war, the first person she thought of in this situation was still Julian Sinclair.

But the Julian, who would always be by her side during her troubles, was suddenly absent at this critical moment!

Moira helplessly buried her head in the soft pillow, feeling downcast.

As a first-time artist, she didn’t understand many things; compared to Joe, she was more like an inexperienced child.

Joe, who was communicating matters nearby, suddenly paused and tugged at Moira, frowning, "Moira, Moira, come quickly, Annie’s holding a press conference."

Moira’s eyelids drooped slightly as she leaned over. Annie appeared on the computer screen, beautifully made up, looking even more delicate. She was addressing numerous microphones, "Hello everyone, I’m Annie. I’m glad you could attend my press conference today. I called this conference specifically to clarify yesterday’s matter. It was just a misunderstanding; Moira absolutely didn’t bully me, it was I..."

She stumbled over the word "I," failing to provide any meaningful explanation. The reporters below couldn’t hold back, rushing to ask questions.

"So, Miss Annie, why did those photos suddenly surface?"

"And was the image of Annie kneeling in front of Moira Young photoshopped?"

"Is Miss Annie threatened to hold this press conference against her will?"

Annie took a few steps back, growing increasingly fragile and pitiful, seemingly unable to respond under the pressure from the reporters. Before anyone could ask for more details, two security guards rushed onto stage, hurriedly escorting Annie down.

The live broadcast turned chaotic, with Joe furiously exiting, saying, "That Annie is just pretending to be compassionate while crying over spilled milk. She’s not helping us; she’s making things worse."

It appeared to be clarification, but was only exacerbating the issue, essentially trying to crush Moira Young completely.

Moira remained silent, without any reason to refute.

Sure enough, after the press conference ended, the already lively comment section grew even more heated, with message counts increasing by dozens per minute. Moira’s social media was almost entirely overrun, with no readable comments.

Joe swiftly closed the interface, pretending it was nothing, and set the computer aside, "Moira, don’t keep thinking about these worrying things. Your health hasn’t fully recovered; let’s focus on that first before making plans."

Moira tugged at the corners of her lips, her face pale and powerless. Despite feeling scared and upset, she didn’t show it and quietly returned to her room.

Joe grabbed some clothes and moved into a guest room in the villa to stay, monitoring the situation closely.

By the third day, online headlines shifted again, with news of Moira Young oppressing a senior and subsequently threatening the senior occupying equal space.

Those promotional accounts were like cats smelling fishy scents, writing titles that were as eye-catching as possible.

While some loyal fans had defended Moira the previous day, even they had fallen silent today. Moira’s personal account was almost impossible to access.

She dropped her phone dazedly on the table, her dark circles visible, waking up before dawn.

She hadn’t slept peacefully, essentially spending a sleepless night, and presently sat on the sofa, lacking the desire to sleep.

Mrs. Miller, preparing breakfast early, was startled upon noticing someone on the sofa.

Recognizing Moira, she softly laid a blanket over her, concernedly saying, "Miss, why are you sitting here? The morning is chilly, and your health hasn’t fully recovered; you must take care."

"Sigh..." Moira pursed her lips and sighed, her expression melancholic.

Mrs. Miller harbored an ominous feeling; although Moira had sighed last time, her expression differed now.

Could she be facing another unsolvable issue?

Mrs. Miller thought seriously, "Miss, you must talk about anything troubling you; anything I can help with, I certainly will."

Moira’s eyes wandered aimlessly, her lips forming a faint smile, "Mrs. Miller, I want to eat steamed buns, freshly made ones."