Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 361: Restrictions

"There’s nothing left." Mrs. Miller frowned disapprovingly, "It’s not good to eat cold food in this winter. Let me cook something."

Moira Young pretended to look disappointed and lowered her head.

An hour later, the table was filled with steaming dishes. Moira Young eagerly picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth, squinting with satisfaction.

Mrs. Miller watched happily, repeatedly reminding her, "Don’t rush, be careful not to burn yourself."

Moira Young waved her hand and glanced at the fresh green vegetables, itching to try them.

Mrs. Miller, sitting beside her, served her a bowl of rice and seemed to remember something, asking, "Miss, are you staying over tonight? I’ll go clean up the room for you later."

Though it was tidied last time, the quilt should be aired for more comfort during sleep.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Miller was restless and stood up. Moira Young quickly held her back and gently said, "Mrs. Miller, my work is quite busy, living at home is inconvenient, so I won’t stay overnight."

She tapped the perfectly separated grains of rice, slightly complaining, "Work has been too much lately, there’s hardly any time, today was entirely a stolen moment of leisure."

"I see." Mrs. Miller suddenly understood and smiled, "Then you must take care of your health, Miss."

The work of a celebrity is indeed exhausting, and Miss’s health isn’t particularly good, yet she’s careless!

Mrs. Miller couldn’t help but start mentioning precautions. Moira Young listened attentively, and only after finishing the meal did Mrs. Miller reluctantly usher her out.

Leaving the villa, once sure Mrs. Miller couldn’t see her, the smile on Moira Young’s face faded, like a balloon suddenly punctured and deflated.

Mrs. Miller was such a nice person, worrying about everything for her, yet she had to lie to her unwillingly.

But if she actually told Mrs. Miller about that matter...

Moira shook her head a few times, quickly dismissing that unrealistic idea from her mind.

She must not let Mrs. Miller know, otherwise she’d worry for a long time.

Having made this decision in her heart, Moira Young wasn’t in a rush to return to the company, instead heading towards a café. Upon entry, a waiter immediately greeted her politely, asking, "Hello madam, what would you like?"

Moira Young adjusted the mask on her face and lowered her voice, "A private room, and a cup of Blue Mountain."

"Alright, please follow me." The waiter led her to a separate booth before leaving.

Moira Young leaned on the wicker chair, gazing at the bare branches outside, not too worried about her identity.

She knew of this café by chance.

Because privacy protection was highly regarded here, the coffee was of good quality, and many celebrities liked to visit.

Even so, Moira Young still took care to cover up. She glanced at the scenery outside the window, found it uninteresting, and withdrew her gaze silently.

Before long, coffee was brought in by the waiter. As he left, the door was inadvertently left ajar, a slight crevice expanding due to the wind from the window.

Moira Young put down the coffee in her hand, got up to close the door tightly, but was interrupted by the sound of a heated argument. Peeking through the crevice, she spotted two women walking down the corridor on the left.

The one in front was visibly angry, her pretty face filled with wrath, while the one behind was speaking softly to appease her.

They looked a bit like a small celebrity who had recently gained popularity.

But it had nothing to do with her.

Moira Young lost interest and withdrew her gaze without acting immediately, knowing that closing the door now would undoubtedly cause awkwardness for the two, and she was in no rush.

Leaning lazily against the wall, Moira Young’s young face bore little expression, yet the argument outside intensified.

Footsteps suddenly stopped outside the door, and the young celebrity snorted coldly, raising her voice abruptly, "So I’m supposed to endure this? That role should have been mine. If it weren’t for her trickery, would it have gone to her? And despite being an industry veteran, she’s so shameless. Do I really have to publicize how she’s clinging to a sugar daddy, being seen together?"

As she spoke, the other woman quickly looked around and advised in a low voice, "Grandma, can you really say such things casually? If overheard, who knows what rumors might surface."

"No one’s around here anyway." The young celebrity muttered, somewhat stubbornly, "Let them hear, I’d like to see how Ruby maintains her cool and aloof persona."

"Oh dear, Grandma, you stumbled upon this incident by accident, without evidence. If you insist on publicizing it, it’ll be disadvantageous on both sides. Let me find another way for the role issue, don’t worry."

The nearby volume decreased. Moira Young, having inadvertently caught juicy gossip, thoughtfully rubbed the door handle, lowering her eyelids.

Ruby being kept...

Moira Young inadvertently recalled that arrogant face, a pure pride on display, her delicate brows gaining a hint of disgust, yet she tucked this matter away.

She paused, firmly closing the door and returning to her original seat.

The slightly opened window was still letting in cold air, and the steaming coffee was gradually cooling down.

Moira Young seemed oblivious, took a small sip, and her thoughts returned to those few sentences.

Suddenly, she realized something was amiss.

Ruby had both a patron for backing and was brazenly oppressing newcomers in the entertainment industry. Coupled with her confrontational demeanor, she seemed anything but easy to get along with.

But yesterday, Moira Young slapped Ruby, Ruby left so readily; subsequently, the company’s treatment of her suddenly changed, and her office was reassigned.

On the surface, these two events seemed unrelated, but upon careful thought, how coincidental they were, almost suspiciously so.

Moira Young was reluctant to apply a negative outlook to everything, yet she couldn’t avoid pondering.

Perhaps, an investigation is necessary.

After swallowing the last sip of coffee, Moira Young took out her phone, paused for a few seconds on two words, then pressed down.

The connection was quickly made, Aiden Webb’s gentle voice came through the receiver, pleasant to hear.

"Moira, how have you been lately?"

Moira Young’s nose suddenly tingled, feeling like she’d found a place to freely vent the frustration in her heart, with Aiden Webb, she always felt an unconscious trust.

Hardly managing to suppress the urge to cry, Moira Young tried to keep her tone stable, saying, "Senior, I’m fine."

She smiled lightly and continued, "Senior, do you have time recently? I’d like to ask you a favor."

"What is it?" Aiden Webb straightened his somewhat lazy posture, adding, "As long as I can help."

His tone carried a hint of tension, and Moira Young chuckled, eyebrows arched, "It’s not a big deal, just investigating someone."

Currently, without Julian Sinclair, compared to before, she faced many restrictions.