Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 76: Kept Mistress

Already Friday has come.

Today is Heath’s competition day, and Moira Young has to go to work in the afternoon. Heath pestered her for a long time before finding out where she works and insisted on picking her up after the competition.

Moira Young couldn’t do anything, so she let it go.

She grabbed a quick lunch near the school and then went to the company to report. Since the weekend was approaching, everyone was in a good mood. Seeing Moira Young, they all greeted her with smiles.

"There’s a full-time employee at the front desk today. Your main job this afternoon is to run errands for colleagues," Manager Warren came out from the office, "Let’s do this—you go buy me a cup of coffee first, turn left when you go out."

Moira Young was glad to have something to do, "Okay, Manager Warren."

She turned left outside and found several coffee shops. Because the area was a business district, many stores were quite upscale. Following Manager Warren’s instructions, Moira Young went to Blue Café to buy an Americano. Luckily, there weren’t many people, and she quickly returned to the company with the coffee.

Manager Warren went into his office, and Moira Young knocked on the door, "Manager Warren, your coffee is ready."

"Come in."

Moira Young walked in, placed the coffee on his desk, and was ready to leave.

"How much did it cost? It must be quite expensive for you, right?" Manager Warren got up from his seat, his tone frivolous, deliberately not letting Moira Young leave.

"Not really, Manager Warren, just a few dozen yuan," Moira Young said with a laugh; indeed, it’s a small amount.

"Don’t hold back, add me on WeChat, and I’ll transfer the money to you," Manager Warren took out his phone, signaling Moira Young to add him.

Moira Young thought he was her superior, so she naturally did as he said without much thought and added him on WeChat.

Unexpectedly, Manager Warren transferred ten thousand yuan to her on WeChat. Moira Young was stunned for a moment and suddenly looked up to see Manager Warren gazing at her with a bizarre smile.

Moira Young felt a chill, somewhat apprehensive.

"You’re just starting university; how could you have money? Take this money to buy some new clothes. I saw you wore the same ones at the interview last time," Manager Warren still tried to lay hands on Moira Young, causing her to retreat two steps in panic.

Seeing this, Manager Warren chuckled slyly and became even more brazen, "What are you afraid of? I’m just checking the quality of your clothes."

"Manager, I have money. If I don’t click to accept, the money will automatically return," Moira Young didn’t want to stay a moment longer with the repulsive Manager Warren. Her face turned pale as she tried to leave, only to be held by Manager Warren.

"You think it’s too little?" Manager Warren assumed Moira Young found the money insufficient.

Moira Young was startled, her back hitting the glass door, and cold sweat began to seep from her forehead.

"You’re a first-year university student. A monthly payment of ten thousand should be enough, right?" Manager Warren’s expression turned unpleasant; he didn’t earn much in a month. The initial part-timers received five thousand a month for upkeep, but seeing Moira Young wasn’t easy to maintain, he had to offer ten thousand.

"Manager Warren, I need to get busy!" Moira Young, with the door conveniently behind her, opened it and slipped out.

Then she pretended to be calm, walked to the women’s restroom, yet couldn’t recover for some time. It felt incredibly terrifying just now.

She washed her face with cold water, feeling better, and went into a cubicle.

"Hey, guess how much that lecher offered the new university student?" Two pairs of high heels clicked over to the restroom.

"No idea, but looking at the new hire Grace, she surely won’t agree. That kid seems like a delicate one. How could she possibly be interested in a mere manager?"

Moira Young heard clearly from inside the restroom; they were talking about her.

It turned out everyone knew about Manager Warren offering money. Could nurturing female university students really have become so commonplace?

"Who would agree? You didn’t see just now; that lecher’s face nearly hit the ground, definitely angered by Grace."

Moira Young frowned, unsure whether she should come out or remain inside.

After much hesitation, she decided to wait until the two left before coming out.

Moira Young nearly ran past Manager Warren’s office, afraid that slowing down might get her stopped.

"Attention everyone! Attention everyone!"

"Headquarters will be inspecting this afternoon. Everyone, work diligently. When asked, say only the positives. Is that clear?"

President Lee’s assistant announced this matter, but no one took it seriously. Headquarters had sent people for inspections several times before, merely going through the motions, not tense at all.

"Grace!"

Moira Young suddenly heard her name called, faintly feeling something bad.

"You’ll be at the front desk this afternoon. Keep up appearances."

"Okay." Moira Young nodded and agreed,

but felt something was amiss.

Headquarters coming for inspection? Could Julian Sinclair be coming? But for such a small company, how could Julian Sinclair personally come?

No, no, no! Moira Young lowered her head and walked forward while shaking her head, definitely not coming!

Yet while she was distracted, she unexpectedly collided with a sturdy chest, causing everyone behind her to sharply inhale!

Moira Young furrowed her brow, feeling pain in her head. She first apologized, then rubbed her head, without looking at who she bumped into, continued walking forward, her mind still occupied with earlier events.

"Julian!" President Lee rushed over, seeing his new employee actually bump into him, startled, angrily said, "Grace, hurry and apologize to Julian!"

Moira Young paused, turned around, and saw Julian Sinclair gazing down at her indifferently.

Her previously calm eyes shimmered with water, slightly out of breath. No matter how she wished not to see him, she just kept seeing him these days!

Moira Young’s bumped head still throbbed. She grew increasingly angry, bit her lower lip, then pouted without uttering a word and turned to leave.

Nobody here knew the connection between Moira Young and Julian Sinclair. They only knew that Julian Sinclair was the one who exposed Moira Young as Arthur Whitman’s daughter, thus everyone guessed Julian Sinclair should dislike Moira Young.

President Lee saw Moira Young’s attitude and was terrified. Although she’s just a new part-time employee on her first day, she offended Julian Sinclair, no less...

Julian Sinclair was the big boss; if he wasn’t pleased, would this little company have any future?

"Julian, I’ll bring her over to apologize to you right away. I’ll first take you to the lounge." Mainly because President Lee didn’t expect Julian Sinclair today; otherwise, he would have held a meeting beforehand.

"Julian, you’re busy with important matters. How come you have time to inspect such an insignificant, unattractive company like mine?" President Lee personally poured water for Julian Sinclair, full of flattery.

After all, whether this company could continue to survive merely depended on Julian Sinclair’s word.

"President Lee, briefly explain the recent situation," Butler Liu said, not wanting to exchange polite words with President Lee.

Outside the lounge door.

Moira Young was sitting properly at the front desk, and Manager Warren came over again, relentless.

"Grace, you must be scared after offending Julian Sinclair just now. Never mind, as long as you’re with me, I’ll smooth it over for you," Manager Warren leaned on the counter with a lustful smile. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

A female colleague also sitting at the front desk couldn’t help but roll her eyes in disgust, muttering, "A toad lusting after swan meat, still not realizing what kind of character he is!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Not your concern, don’t meddle!" Manager Warren was a bit embarrassed when someone undermined him.

Moira Young turned her body, pretending not to hear or see, treating him like air.