Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 400: Engagement

"President Sinclair." The assistant’s face lit up with joy as he sat directly opposite Julian Sinclair: "You have no idea, everyone in the company is talking about you and The Irving Group. What do you think, should we step in and suppress the discussion?"

Julian lifted his eyelids slightly, brought the meal box in front of him, and chuckled: "Oh? Do I need you to guide me in my work? Seems like you’re interested in the presidency?"

"No, no way." The assistant awkwardly shifted, stood up abruptly, "President Sinclair, if there are no instructions, I’ll leave first."

Without waiting for Julian to say anything, he turned and left, moving so fast as if he were being chased by wolves.

Julian squinted his dark wolf-like eyes, curled his lips, and began to eat.

He’s been in Vesperia for quite a while now, taking over the presidency of the main company due to the elder Sinclair’s illness. People said this position was temporary and he’d have to give it up sooner or later.

But Julian Sinclair never believed in fate.

Whether it’s Sinclair Group or anything else, there’s nothing he can’t get if he wants it!

If anyone obstructs him, he will crush any gods or buddhas standing in his way!

At the Sinclair villa.

"Dad, have some tea."

Zayne Sinclair personally brewed a cup of tea for Lord Sinclair, his eyes full of pride.

Lord Sinclair looked at his son, feeling a sense of pride. Truly, he was a good son, finally earning him some respect this time!

"Hahaha, excellent." He sipped his tea and said: "Securing Ira Irving’s contract is great, but don’t get complacent. More eyes will be watching you outside; don’t embarrass me."

"Dad, don’t worry, I absolutely won’t. I’ll be very careful." Zayne tightened his grip on his hand nearby.

"Good. The day after tomorrow is your birthday; I’ll invite industry elites over. Take this opportunity to connect with them and build some relationships."

"Yes."

Father and son sat and drank tea for a while, then stood up to leave, each busy with their tasks.

Back home, the snow had fallen for two more days before gradually stopping.

"Moira, come eat, we’re having hot pot today."

Heath Sterling was in the kitchen, while Joe organized cutlery and called out to Moira Young, who was wrapped in a blanket on the sofa.

"Alright."

Moira responded, glancing at news about The Irving Group’s bidding event on her phone, and smirked.

She really hadn’t changed her old habits; whenever there’s news about Julian Sinclair, she couldn’t help but want to know more, hmph.

She tossed the phone aside, got up, and walked toward the kitchenette: "Wow, it smells amazing."

"Yeah, yeah, all these ingredients were stir-fried by Heath," Joe chimed in with praise.

"Impressive." As Moira spoke, she gave Heath a thumbs up as he emerged from the kitchen.

Heath smiled, eyebrows arched: "Dig in."

"Then I won’t be polite." Moira’s smile curved as she gazed at the steaming hot pot, mist rising in her eyes.

Joe noticed her sudden change in expression and nervously asked: "Moira, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Bit my tongue." Moira coughed awkwardly, casually grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears, and then laughed at them: "It’s nothing, don’t worry. Let’s enjoy the meal; don’t let all this good food go to waste."

Seeing she was okay, Heath and Joe resumed eating.

As they lowered their heads to grab food, Moira’s smile faded, and her expression shifted between light and dark.

Once, she and Julian Sinclair would eat face-to-face like this. But now they....

Outside, snow weighed down the treetops, creating a peaceful and harmonious scene.

Two days later, the Sinclair estate in Vesperia was bustling with festivity.

"Ah, Mr. Yates, welcome."

Lord Sinclair held a wine glass, greeting business elites and officials who came to the banquet.

"Haha, young Mr. Sinclair is quite impressive, a true talent." The man smiled at Lord Sinclair, full of praise.

"Oh, hardly, he still has much to learn."

"Hey, don’t say that. He sealed a major contract with Mr. Irving, an achievement not easily attained by others. You can stop being modest now."

"Luck, pure luck."

"Oh, President Miller, welcome," Lord Sinclair said, leading Zayne Sinclair to greet another guest who came to congratulate.

After exchanging pleasantries, the butler approached, saying most of the guests had arrived. Lord Sinclair led Zayne to the back.

Lord Sinclair stepped onto the stage, tapped the microphone, and spoke as the crowd turned to him: "Thank you all for attending my son’s birthday banquet. Please enjoy yourselves. My son still has much to learn, so I hope you can look after him in the business world."

He raised his glass, clinking it with the guests below, and mellow music began to float up.

"Hmph, the old Sinclair doesn’t know shame. After what happened with his son, he still dares to host a party."

"Forget it, didn’t Ira Irving sign a contract with his son the other day? Just an excuse to show off."

"Tch, I bet most people here didn’t want to come. If it weren’t for the Sinclair Group’s reputation, hmph."

Julian Sinclair sat in the corner, sipping champagne, overhearing the disdainful comments from two men nearby. He curled his lips and stood up.

He hadn’t planned to attend the party today, but as a member of the Sinclair family, not showing up would be inappropriate. Still, he only intended to make a brief appearance and was ready to leave.

"Ah, isn’t this President Sinclair?"

Suddenly, someone blocked his path.

"Mr. Yates, long time no see." Julian raised his glass.

"Hahaha, didn’t expect you’d be back. Can we finalize our previous agreement?"

Julian smiled faintly: "It’s young Mr. Sinclair’s birthday; you should focus on the main guest."

He gestured towards Mr. Yates behind him.

Zayne clenched his wine glass, sneering but maintaining a semblance of face for Julian.

As he planned to move forward, he saw the executives his father had introduced him to earlier flocking to Julian Sinclair.

Taking a sip of his drink with a darkened expression, he turned towards an empty corridor.

"Where are the people you were supposed to prepare?"

"Young Mr. Sinclair, we’re sending her over right now."

"Good, let her know money won’t be an issue once it’s done."

"Understood."

After several rounds of drinks, Julian Sinclair finally found an excuse to leave the crowd, heading to a nearby sofa.

"Julian Sinclair!"

A furious, tearful voice rang behind him, making Julian frown. He was about to turn around when a woman approached and pulled him back a few steps.

"And you are?" He looked at the woman’s hand on him with a cold demeanor.

The woman trembled from Julian’s icy aura, but thinking of the benefits she’d gain, she forced herself to calm down.

"You heartless bastard, you actually forgot me?" The woman looked incredulous, then covered her face and began crying.

"I don’t know you." Julian crossed his arms, looking at the woman coldly.

"Mistaken identity? Could I mistake the father of my child? You’re trying to deny it, aren’t you? When you pursued me, you showered me with sweet words every day. Now you’ve met another woman, abandoning me, even ignoring our child. Julian Sinclair, are you even human? How can you treat me this way?"

The woman’s cries attracted the attention of the surrounding people, each craning their necks to catch the spectacle.

Julian glanced at the woman, lowered his voice, and snorted coldly: "You mean? You’re carrying my child??"

"Yes, your child. Are you trying to disown it?" The woman cried and touched her belly.

Looking closely, her belly was slightly rounded, probably five or six months along.

"What’s going on, brother?"

Zayne approached, with Lord Sinclair following behind.

"Brother, are you related?" The woman grabbed Zayne’s sleeve and continued: "You need to judge fairly. Your brother seduced me, then abandoned me, not even caring about our child. He tossed me a few thousand dollars to get an abortion. If the child were smaller, I’d endure the pain and do it. But it’s six months along now; I truly can’t bear to lose my baby."

She looked tragic, her cries loud enough to make her hard to ignore.

"Get a chair for this lady and some water," Zayne hurriedly supported her, instructing the nearby butler.

Julian Sinclair looked coldly at the person opposite him, his face dark and unwilling to speak.

Second Master of the Sinclair family observed the situation and said in a deep voice, "Julian, look at the mess you’ve created, causing a commotion at home. Isn’t it embarrassing?"

The surrounding socialites stood silent, glancing at the Sinclair family without speaking, as if they were watching a show.

Julian Sinclair sat back on the sofa, lazily leaning against the seatback.

"Why are you so sure that what this woman says is true, Uncle?"

"How could it not be true? Julian Sinclair, how could your heart be so cruel? Would I joke about my own child?" The woman cried pitifully, indeed looking pitiable.

"Well, this is interesting." Julian Sinclair said with a cold expression, "You claim this child is six months along."

The woman nodded, raising her hand to wipe away tears from the corner of her eyes in grievance.

"Oh, then I must ask what your name is. Six months is a long time, and it seems I’ve honestly forgotten." Julian Sinclair mocked.

"Julian." Second Master pointed at Julian Sinclair angrily.

The woman was startled, sneaking a glance at Zayne Sinclair beside her, and spoke up, "My name is Vera Lee."

Julian Sinclair let out a mocking chuckle and took out his phone.

"Hello, Officer Sinclair? Hi, can you help check on a woman named Vera Lee?"

The woman heard this, her heart tightened, and her lips moved but she remained silent.

"Oh, it’s not a big deal, just that this girl claims she is pregnant with my child, and I want to know if the child is real." Julian Sinclair glanced at the darkened face of Zayne Sinclair on the other side and laughed twice, "Alright, waiting for your message."

"Julian Sinclair, what do you mean by this?" Zayne Sinclair’s face changed slightly, stepping forward to shield Vera Lee behind her, questioning him, "The woman is carrying your flesh and blood, how can you treat her like this? Are you still human?"

Julian Sinclair was silent for a long time before he coldly laughed and spoke, "I find it odd, you seem more anxious than I am. Is it possible you have a deep relationship with this woman?"

"What nonsense are you talking? I’m helping you, stop accusing me falsely." Zayne Sinclair swiftly countered.

Julian Sinclair snorted again: "Soon the truth will become clear, whether it’s true or not will be obvious then."

Everyone saw the situation and knew what was going on.

At the banquet, some female companions disdainfully looked at the woman still sitting there, whispered to the woman next to them: "What kind of quality is this? Doesn’t she see how she looks and claims it’s President Sinclair’s child? Ha, so funny."

"Exactly, her methods are low-class. Trying to cause a scene here without realizing who Julian Sinclair is, any woman with him is a socialite. With her appearance, she has the nerve to extort people?"

Another woman pursed her lips, full of jealousy: "There was indeed one, you all forgot that woman named Moira Young."

Someone countered: "Moira Young indeed has no family background, but she is so beautiful. Does anyone here dare claim they are more beautiful than her?"

The women shook their heads, as if recalling something with faces of envy. Moira Young’s beauty was something they indeed could not compare to, that was a fact.

Just as the conversation got lively, the assistant brought over the printed materials from the police station and handed them to Julian Sinclair.

After glancing at them briefly, Julian Sinclair said indifferently: "Everyone, I’ll have the assistant read them."

The assistant took over, reading each item word for word.

"Miss Vera Lee, in 2008, was imprisoned for two years for financial fraud."

...

"Later married a gentleman, was found to be pregnant four months ago, but a month ago divorced her husband and went abroad to Vesperia."

The assistant closed the documents and stepped aside.

"Everyone heard clearly, right?" Julian Sinclair stood up, dusted off his suit, and walked to the opposite of the woman, "The surname of the mother of my future child is not Lee."

He glanced around at the people and disdainfully looked at Zayne Sinclair: "Young Master Sinclair, what else do you want to say?"

Zayne Sinclair glared at Julian Sinclair, his face gloomy. He hadn’t expected Julian Sinclair to use this tactic directly, he couldn’t stop it.

Coughing twice: "Well, if there’s nothing, it’s just a misunderstanding. Bodyguards, hurry up and take this woman out."

"Hold on." Julian Sinclair’s dark eyes flashed coldly, "I still want to ask Miss Lee, who exactly sent you to trouble me."

The woman stood trembling, looked at Julian Sinclair with an unreadable expression, secretly glanced at Zayne Sinclair, and shook her head silently in panic.

"Not speaking, then..." Julian Sinclair bent down, his face sinisterly to the side.

The woman immediately burst into tears: "No, no one, really... really no one sent me. I just wanted money, heard that the Sinclair family president is the richest. President Sinclair, please don’t argue with a nobody like me. I truly know I was wrong."

Julian Sinclair saw the small actions between the woman and Zayne Sinclair, and laughed coldly continuously: "Oh, is that so? If that’s the case, you’ll have to visit the police station."

Zayne Sinclair had just calmed down, but his anxiety surged back, and he glanced over, slightly flustered.

"Alright, this minor issue isn’t worth going to the police," Second Master Sinclair stepped forward, "Julian, I understand you’ve been wronged, and today is your brother’s birthday party. It’s not appropriate to involve the police. How about letting your Second Uncle handle this?"

Julian Sinclair lifted his eyelids lightly and looked at Zayne Sinclair, who had completely relaxed, and chuckled mockingly, "Since Second Uncle wants to handle it, Julian will give you this face." He paused, his tone icy and piercing, "However, you should really manage your household well. Don’t let every random stray cat or dog out."

Second Master Sinclair’s face darkened, and he laughed condescendingly, "Yes, it’s time to discipline the people below."

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back now." With that, Julian Sinclair lifted his foot and walked towards the second floor.

The surrounding people, seeing that the matter was resolved, dispersed and continued drinking and chatting.

"Dad, let me handle this person."

Second Master Sinclair, with a dark face, looked at his son, nodded, and turned to talk to an elder executive.

He signaled the security guard standing there with his eyes, "Take this person to the back and detain them first."

"Young Master Lu..."

The woman tried to say something while struggling but was intimidated by Zayne Sinclair’s fierce glare and shut her mouth.

She smiled at the people still watching and then raised her head to look towards the staircase.

"What?? Leaving so soon?"

Julian Sinclair turned to look over, seeing who had come, and gave a faint, wry smile.

"Yeah, what’s there to stay for."

"You..." The person began to speak but was interrupted by the voice behind them.

"Mr. Irving, what a coincidence."

Ira Irving raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance with Julian Sinclair, and then separated.

Zayne Sinclair approached from afar, just about to speak to Ira Irving when he saw Julian Sinclair coming out of the second-floor restroom.

"What are you doing here?"

"Do I need to report to you wherever I go?" Julian Sinclair replied sarcastically.

Zayne Sinclair’s face darkened, glared at him, then turned to Ira Irving, saying, "Mr. Irving, I didn’t see you earlier, when did you arrive?"

Ira Irving smiled as he washed his hands, "Young Master Lu, you’re very busy, how can you have time to pay attention to my movements."

"Mr. Irving, you’re really a joker. It’s my fault. Let me take you downstairs, and I’ll penalize myself with three drinks, how about that?" With that, he pulled Ira Irving downstairs, glancing back disdainfully at Julian Sinclair.

Julian Sinclair shook his head, too lazy to argue with a fool.

The two of them went downstairs, Zayne Sinclair penalized himself with three drinks first, then sat on the sofa looking at Ira Irving opposite him, and leaned forward to speak.

"Why were you with President Sinclair just now?"

Ira Irving took a sip of red wine and shook his head, "Who, President Sinclair?"

"You don’t recognize him? You should have seen him at the previous meeting, right?"

Ira Irving chuckled twice, "Too much going on, I don’t remember."

Zayne Sinclair inwardly mocked Julian Sinclair, but on the surface, he smiled, "Haha, my mistake, come, let me toast you again."

Ira Irving clinked glasses with him.

It happened that someone else saw Ira Irving and came over to exchange a few pleasantries. After sending that person off, Zayne Sinclair noticed the departing figure of Julian Sinclair with his cold gray eyes.

He poured a glass of red wine for Ira Irving opposite him, "Though you don’t remember that President Sinclair, I still want to tell you something, Mr. Irving."

Ira Irving leaned over, puzzled, "What’s up, is this President Sinclair very powerful?"

Zayne Sinclair nodded, lowered his voice, and said, "I’ve looked into it, there’s someone backing him, and he’s well acquainted with people in the officialdom. You saw how he was on the phone with the people from the bureau just now, that tone, he must have connections."

He paused, took a sip of wine, and continued, "His company is also doing very well now. Several companies at my party tonight only came because they heard he would be here."

"You, in the future, need to guard against this Sinclair in case he becomes the biggest obstacle to the Irving Group’s progress."

Ira Irving smiled wryly and cast a sidelong glance, "What about you, Young Master Lu, are you going to be a stumbling block for my Irving Group?"

Zayne Sinclair’s eyes widened slightly, and he coughed lightly, "Mr. Irving, your cold jokes are really cold. How could I go against the Irving Group? I still have to rely on you in the future."