Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 332: Extortion

"Who is maintaining order in the store now? Has it caused any other impact?" Moira Young walked over quickly, her face obscured by sunglasses and a mask, making it nearly impossible for unfamiliar people to recognize her.

Evan Howard felt relieved and replied, "No, the store staff are negotiating and barely holding on."

He had sneaked out amidst his busy schedule.

Seeing the crowd about to storm in, Evan Howard thought for a moment and said, "I’ll go calm them from the front, you enter from the back door, and we’ll meet inside later."

"Okay." Moira Young responded, and the two of them walked in different directions.

The back door of the stationery store required going around, and Moira Young didn’t pay much attention, perhaps because everyone was gathered at the front door, this stretch of road was deserted.

The noise of the remaining crowd also gradually faded, and the surroundings became quiet.

Moira Young tugged at her mask and was about to lift her leg when suddenly a hand reached out from the side alley, covering her nose and dragging her back.

"You are..."

The unexpected attack made Moira Young scream in surprise and instinctively struggle, but the cloth covering her mask seemed to be laced with drugs, and within a few breaths, her body weakened, her mind hazy.

"Damn, she was even wearing a mask, wasted a lot of time." The man dragging her forward complained in dissatisfaction.

In her blurred consciousness, Moira Young felt herself being placed in a narrow space, with a nauseating mixture of various smells filling her nose.

The person who had drugged her seemed unconcerned and began to discuss audibly.

Moira Young held on to her consciousness to listen, the voice fluctuating near and far.

For a moment, she only caught words like "already successful," "ransom," "ensure complete the task," before uncontrollably slipping into darkness.

When she woke again, the light before her eyes was dim. Moira Young tried to move but found herself tied to a chair, unable to move.

Possibly because the drug in her body hadn’t worn off, Moira Young felt limp and weak.

Her eyes rolled around, and even if her reactions were slow, she realized she had been kidnapped.

But who exactly had kidnapped her?

Her thoughts spinning, Moira Young suppressed her panic and began to survey her surroundings.

This seemed to be an abandoned factory, with clear spider webs hanging in the corners, decaying steel pipes discarded on the floor, and dust everywhere.

In the city, such abandoned places wouldn’t exist due to strict investigations; she must be in the suburbs now.

She pursed her lips slightly but hadn’t caught other clues. Suddenly, from a short distance, came the clinking sound of keys, amplified countless times in the quiet factory.

Terrified, Moira Young immediately closed her eyes. A few seconds later, the door was rudely opened with a bang, and voices came from outside.

"Damn, finally done, it took us quite some effort this time."

"Right, we squatted for a few days, finally found the chance."

"Did that person give Julian Sinclair’s contact details?"

"Yes, they did."

Upon hearing this, the pretending-to-sleep Moira Young quietly opened her eyes, seeing a few young men with colorful dyed hair and peculiar clothes, clearly looking like thugs, sitting at an awkwardly placed table.

And not the kind of thugs to be trifled with.

They were even talking about Uncle...

Moira Young’s already pale face lost its last trace of color, yet she kept her composure and continued to listen.

The first thug to speak seemed satisfied with what he heard and brazenly said, "That’s good, that person said Julian Sinclair really cares about this little girl. Using her as bait will definitely lure Julian Sinclair here, and then we can find an opportunity to kill him."

"Boss is right. Once we complete this deal, we go abroad and do whatever we want. By then, even the king of heaven can’t control us."

The thugs discussed, sounding increasingly pleased, and Moira Young bit her lip hard to suppress her shivers.

They... they actually want to kill Uncle.

Under no circumstances can Uncle come.

Moira Young was so anxious she broke out in a cold sweat all over her body.

Stationery store.

Evan Howard, after waiting for over ten minutes, finally sensed something amiss. He dialed Moira Young’s phone number, but it was perpetually unreachable.

Moira Young wasn’t someone who broke her word. Since she promised to handle this, she wouldn’t disappear suddenly. Even if something came up, she’d let him know in advance.

Thinking of the highly controversial incident from a few days ago online, Evan Howard had a bad premonition. He was extremely anxious and finally managed to contact Julian Sinclair after a lot of effort.

After briefly explaining the situation, the other end of the phone fell into extreme silence before the call was abruptly disconnected.

Julian Sinclair rushed outside without even putting on his suit jacket. A department manager wanted to report progress, but was stopped in his tracks by Julian’s stern face.

In the frantic search that followed, half a day quickly passed, during which Julian Sinclair’s lips pressed into a hard, cold line, his entire being exuding an aura that repelled people, his eyes bloodshot.

Adrian Grant, who received the news and rushed over, sighed helplessly and advised, "Don’t worry too much. Moira has good luck and should be fine."

Staying by Julian Sinclair’s side, Adrian Grant fully witnessed his reckless search, never resting for even a minute throughout the morning.

Continuing like this, even if his body held up, his spirit would break.

Seeing Julian Sinclair silent, seemingly not hearing him, Adrian Grant knew he hadn’t been listened to.

He opened his mouth, glanced inadvertently at the computer screen, and suddenly raised his volume, "Julian, there’s news."

"Where?" Julian Sinclair, as if returning to his senses, quickly looked up, his throat tight as he asked.

"At the abandoned rebar factory in B suburb," Adrian Grant said swiftly, scanning quickly, "According to the final surveillance display, the car disappeared at nine this morning."

"The kidnapper is..." Adrian hesitated for a moment before continuing quickly, "The kidnapper is your former enemy, a ruthless person."

Just as expected!

"Bring the people," Julian Sinclair coldly commanded, opening the car door, just about to get in when his phone vibrated. He picked up the unknown call almost instinctively.

From the other end, a deliberately altered voice came, "Hello, President Grant, let me introduce myself; I am Drake."

"Of course, a high-ranking president like yourself probably looks down on someone like me, but that’s okay. You’re definitely very concerned about the young lady beside me."

There was rustling on the other end before Moira Young’s trembling voice reached out, "Uncle, Uncle, don’t come over, they..."

Before she could finish, she was pushed away again rudely, and the original male voice returned, "Now President Grant should understand, right? Let’s not waste words, bring two billion in cash to Construction Road in B suburb by three o’clock. Remember, it can only be you alone. If anyone else shows up or you’re late, I can’t guarantee the young lady’s safety."