Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 331: Bittersweet

Moira Young quickly waved her hand, instinctively saying, "No, no, the police ladies are all very nice."

She couldn’t let Uncle overthink and let his imagination run wild, or the consequences would be severe.

Adhering to this principle, Moira Young’s small hand snapped onto Julian Sinclair’s arm, pleasingly said, "Uncle, you’ve been waiting for a long time, right? What do you want to eat later? My treat!"

During her time in the hospital, aside from sleeping and reading novels, she just ate, and although she gained a few pounds, it made her realize the importance of eating.

There’s nothing that can’t be solved by eating, if one meal doesn’t work, then have another.

After pondering for a while, Moira Young succumbed to money’s influence and dragged him toward a small restaurant, saying as they walked, "Uncle, I went to see Annie today."

"Hmm?" Julian Sinclair’s gaze turned icy, having not the slightest fondness for this woman.

"Good Uncle!" Moira Young tugged on his arm, saying, "Don’t worry, she told me something."

She relayed it again with a serious expression and slow speech, finally seriously advising, "You really have to pay close attention to this, Zayne Sinclair is too deceitful."

Moira Young’s eyes rolled around, then added, "Of course, if anything unexpected happens, make sure to tell me, so we can prepare in advance."

Julian Sinclair could see through her thoughts, rubbed her head with a hand, his thin lips curved into a sarcastic smile, but his eyes were tender: "I already know about this."

"Hmm???" Moira Young didn’t react, her small face was blank, "Uncle, are you saying you knew about this a long time ago?"

She suddenly felt a sense of futile defeat, pouting slightly, "Uncle, are you teasing me on purpose?"

The more Moira Young thought about it, the more it seemed possible. Knowing Uncle’s personality, he likes to keep everything inside, why is he always so enigmatic?

But if he doesn’t say anything, she has her ways, she pouted and coquettishly said, "Uncle, you always treat me like a kid. I do have judgment skills now, so why not just tell me?"

She shifted her position to block Julian Sinclair’s path, making it clear that she wouldn’t let him in without an answer.

Anyway, today she had to get to the bottom of things.

Knowing her stubborn nature, Julian Sinclair helplessly tugged at the corner of his lips, his voice low: "Silly girl, they’ve already started their moves. A few days ago, because of their conniving, the company lost several orders, but now everything is fine."

His pace of speech was steady as if he were just talking about a few trivial matters, without much concealment.

But Moira Young’s spirits instantly deflated, feeling heartbroken.

Julian Sinclair runs a multinational company that almost monopolizes the entire Asian market, with project orders starting in the billions; losing a few projects means losing a few billion.

No wonder he was so busy lately, he didn’t even have time to come home.

However, she just added trouble for him.

Dispirited, Moira Young stepped aside, proactively trying to please: "Let’s go, as I promised to treat you to dinner, if we don’t go soon, I’m going to starve."

Her offer to treat naturally meant she’d pay with her own money.

Ever since Moira Young entered the entertainment industry, she earned quite a bit of money. Though she spent quite a bit on various little things, she still had a modest balance left.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at a quaint little restaurant.

Although this small restaurant looks tiny, it has a history of over a hundred years, with a minimum spend of three thousand, which is neither much nor little.

Moira Young tugged Julian Sinclair to sit at an old spot, raised her hand to call a waiter, and said, "Waiter, let’s order."

The elderly waiter smiled and asked, "Hello, what would you like to eat?"

Moira Young ordered several dishes that Julian Sinclair loved and then stopped after ordering a pot of nourishing soup.

Julian Sinclair turned his head to look at her, "Why did you stop ordering?"

Moira Young blinked her clear eyes, her little face glowing softly, "The two of us can’t eat that much, ordering more would just be wasteful."

Besides, what Julian Sinclair likes is exactly what she likes.

Julian Sinclair bent his long legs gracefully, his handsome face full of gentleness, and then he ordered her favorite snow fungus red date soup for Moira Young.

The restaurant service was efficient, and soon all the dishes were served.

The delicious dishes, with their appealing color, aroma, and taste, made one’s fingers move unconsciously, and Moira Young, who had been eating bland food recently, couldn’t help swallowing as she saw the table full of dishes.

She pushed the braised ribs in front of her and said to Julian Sinclair with a grin, "Uncle, try it and see how it tastes?"

Julian Sinclair picked up a piece of braised ribs with his chopsticks but didn’t bring it to himself, instead putting it into Moira Young’s mouth.

Her luscious red lips instantly coated with enticing sauce, Moira Young puffed her cheeks like a little hamster, the delicious flavor bursting in her mouth, she mumbled, "It’s tasty, Uncle, you should try it too."

"Okay." Julian Sinclair picked up another fish ball and blocked Moira Young’s mouth with it.

The fed girl squinted contentedly, overflowing with happiness.

In the days that followed, Moira Young was incredibly obedient, staying at home to avoid burdening Julian Sinclair.

She squinted her eyes, engrossed in the novel in her hands, unable to put it down.

Just when she was deeply absorbed, her phone vibrated suddenly again, Evan Howard’s anxious voice impatiently came over: "Moira, something’s wrong, the stationery store’s in trouble."

Moira Young put aside the novel, sat up straight, and asked, "What’s going on? Evan, don’t rush, speak slowly."

Evan Howard seemed to find his anchor, his emotions slowly calming down, "It’s like this, I don’t know what’s been happening recently, but many customers are saying there are quality issues with our stationery. It was okay a few days ago, but today everyone is blocking the stationery store entrance, refusing to listen to any explanations. I had no choice but to call you..."

This stationery store was co-owned by both of them; Moira Young essentially invested all the money, making her the primary owner of the store, so naturally, she had to be informed of this incident.

Quality issues with the stationery store’s products?

Their stationery products had been inspected, how could there be quality issues, and such a large batch at that?

Moira Young listening to the faint chaos on the other end of the line, felt a moment of unease flash across her heart, too fast to grasp.

But the current situation didn’t allow for much thought; she needed to get over there quickly.

Taking a moment to send Julian Sinclair a text reporting her itinerary, Moira Young took a taxi to the stationery store. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

As soon as she got off the car, she saw the stationery store being tightly blocked, with everyone emotionally demanding an explanation.

Seeing her figure, Evan Howard quickly stepped out, rushing over in three steps: "Moira, you’re finally here."

Despite being young, Evan Howard felt like he had aged a few years due to the stationery store issues these past days.

He wiped away a tear of bitterness, explaining silently, "The store was all fine before, but this group suddenly appeared, fixated on quality, and no matter how much we explained, they wouldn’t listen."