Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 432: Fury

He asked his secretary to clear the desk, intending to have a cup of coffee, when he heard his phone ring. Seeing the name Zayne Sinclair on the screen, he pursed his lips lightly.

"Hello, what is it?"

"What do you plan to do?"

Leaning on the coffee counter, Fiona Rhodes said, "What can I do? I’ll go find Ira Irving later. What else can I do?"

Zayne Sinclair frowned, feeling a bit uneasy, just about to say something when he heard the woman’s voice from the other end of the phone.

"However, it’s not up to the Rhodes family to handle this."

"Fiona Rhodes," Zayne Sinclair said angrily.

Picking up a small spoon and stirring the hot coffee in her cup: "Why are you taking it out on me? Look at what’s being said online. I also got people to test it. Although our family has fading issues, the main problem is still with your Sinclair family’s fabrics. Zayne Sinclair, don’t try to splash dirt on us."

"Fiona Rhodes, when something goes wrong, you just kick me aside. Have you forgotten who helped you secure this deal with Ira Irving?" Zayne Sinclair gritted his teeth in anger, wishing he could dive through the phone line and bite the woman’s neck. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

On the other end, the woman laughed softly: "Zayne Sinclair, you’d better focus on whether the deal will fly away."

"You..." Hearing the beeping sound on the phone, Zayne Sinclair abruptly turned around and threw the phone, which shattered upon impact.

This phone, not even a month old, was now completely busted.

"Knock, knock, knock." The secretary knocked and cautiously walked in, "Young President Sinclair, Mr. Irving has called, and said..." Seeing the sinister look in Zayne Sinclair’s eyes, the secretary swallowed and then forced out, "Said... he wants you to come over."

For a moment, the atmosphere was silent. After a while, Zayne Sinclair grabbed the suit jacket from the boss’s chair and walked out while putting it on: "Prepare the car."

The secretary followed behind, quickly texting the driver.

The Irving Group, top-floor office.

"Mr. Irving, Young President Sinclair is here." After the secretary spoke, he stepped aside to let Zayne Sinclair in.

Zayne Sinclair entered with a smile, extending his hand to Ira Irving, who looked up with an indifferent expression, leaned back slightly, and clasped his hands on his stomach.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward and oppressive. Zayne Sinclair, feeling a bit embarrassed, withdrew his hand: "Mr. Irving, sorry for the trouble this time." He bowed his head slightly while speaking, bowing slightly.

Ira Irving remained silent, let out a cold snort: "Young President Sinclair, this is the trust you’ve given me."

Zayne Sinclair frowned slightly: "Mr. Irving, please listen to my explanation."

"Explanation, what explanation do I need? Since the start of The Irving Group from scratch, we’ve never received so many complaints. Young President Sinclair seems quite skilled, ruining my reputation and losing clients in one go."

"Mr. Irving, please give me another chance. I promise to make things right," Zayne Sinclair pleaded earnestly.

Ira Irving dismissed him with a wave to the secretary: "No need. This is also my mistake for trusting the wrong person. By the time you fix it, my reputation will be ruined."

Upon hearing this, Zayne Sinclair’s face darkened. This was clearly a sign of disbelief in his ability, and it implied the termination of their contract.

"Mr. Irving, Mr. Irving."

Ira Irving turned his palm outward. Hearing Zayne Sinclair’s words, he took the contract handed over by the secretary, placed it in front of Zayne Sinclair, and said coldly: "Here’s the contract, we’re terminating it."

Zayne Sinclair pressed the contract on the table and pushed it forward: "Mr. Irving, it’s not come to this point yet."

"Hmph, what, do you intend to bring down The Irving Group too?"

"Mr. Irving, I know this time I’ve let you down, it’s my fault. I’ll bear the responsibility, and the subsequent customer expenses will be covered by me, Zayne Sinclair. We’ll also issue a statement to ensure your company isn’t harmed."

"Oh, really?" Ira Irving raised an eyebrow. Seeing a glimmer of hope, Zayne Sinclair immediately responded, but Ira Irving suddenly slammed the table: "Not harmed? Do you know what’s most important to a company? It’s trust. Do you know how my Irving Group got where it is? It’s trust. Yes, doing as you say may redirect their main focus on your company, but they will stab me in the back, saying I lack judgment!"

Zayne Sinclair wanted to say more, but Ira Irving interrupted him directly: "Enough, sign it now, the penalty payment will be transferred soon." Standing up, he was about to leave.

Sitting there, Zayne Sinclair frowned deeply, staring at Ira Irving’s back, and threatened sharply: "Ira Irving, if you terminate the contract with me, no fabric supplier in Vesperia will cooperate with you."

Ira Irving sneered, turned his head with a cold glance at Zayne Sinclair: "Then I’ll take it as President Sinclair’s blessing." With that, he left, saying, "Before I return, make sure he’s gone."

The secretary nodded in agreement as she escorted Ira Irving to the elevator and then returned to the office. Just as she reached the door, she heard a loud "bang."

Inside, Zayne Sinclair had punched the table, his knuckles scraped and bleeding.

With a cold sidelong glance, the man grabbed the contract from the table and tossed it into the trash, leaving in a wave of cold air. The secretary pressed her lips together, remained expressionless, not wanting to lose her composure.

Watching Zayne Sinclair’s back, she raised her eyebrows slightly, turned around, and went back to pat the table: "Not bad, didn’t disgrace our Irving Group; it’s a good table."

The next day, as soon as Zayne Sinclair arrived at the company, he saw his secretary hurriedly approaching.

"What’s the rush?" he reprimanded with a stern face.

He had barely slept last night, worrying. He was going to see what Ira Irving could do as long as he was unwilling to cooperate.

It’s no wonder Julian Sinclair usually doesn’t bother with this brother of his; he’s just too foolish, doesn’t understand business, and acts out recklessly.

Trying to deal with him, how hard could it be?

"Young President Sinclair, the lawyer from Mr. Irving’s side is here." The secretary looked a bit flustered.

Zayne Sinclair raised an eyebrow: "A lawyer, huh? And so what? Where is he?"

"In the reception room."

"Then let him wait."

The secretary followed Zayne Sinclair into the office, opened her mouth slightly but ultimately said nothing.

In the reception room, after half an hour, the lawyer sent by the Irving Group asked around and noticed the secretary’s odd expression. Glancing at the office, he pressed his lips together, moved aside, and took out his phone.

"Yes, okay, I’ll proceed as instructed."

After ending the call, he walked up to the secretary, taking out a letter of attorney: "Hello, please hand this letter to Mr. Zayne Sinclair. Originally, Mr. Irving sent me to resolve this matter amicably, but since President Sinclair refuses to meet, we can only settle it in court." With that, he nodded briefly and turned to leave.

The secretary, holding the somewhat scorching letter of attorney, opened the office door.

"Young President Sinclair, this is from the lawyer." She placed the letter of attorney in front of Zayne Sinclair and quietly stepped back a few steps.

Picking up the letter, tearing it open, the more he read, the more Zayne Sinclair frowned.

"Ira Irving." Zayne Sinclair swiped his arm across the table, sweeping everything off in a fit of anger. The papers in his hand were crumpled at the corner, his grip threatening to tear through.