Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 1: Adoption

Three in the morning, thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down.

In a desolate suburb, a dance hall surrounded by filthy mud was still open for business.

Six-year-old Moira Young hid in a dark corner, her frightened eyes fixed on the center of the stage, holding her breath, not daring to move.

Her mother occasionally performed at this dance hall and drank too much again today.

She didn’t understand why her mother was surrounded by a group of savage, filthy men, now lying motionless on the stage, with a large bloodstain spreading out.

Moira Young’s body seemed to start losing control, she dragged her stiff body numbly through the crowd and walked to her mother’s side.

This feeling of helplessness, panic, and despair made her collapse.

She felt as though the world was starting to turn dark.

...

Police station.

Officer Miller looked with pity at the little girl before him, only six years old, yet many times more beautiful and well-behaved than the average child. It was heartbreaking that she was so young and already without parents, and without any legal identity, she was an undocumented child.

The police station was troubled by this matter, as Moira Young had been staying there for three days.

The girl never had a father, and a few days ago, her mother was violently killed at the dance hall. The higher-ups suggested sending her to an orphanage, but any officer who had met Moira Young couldn’t bear to send her away, so they kept postponing it.

"Officer Miller, someone wants to adopt Moira Young, and they’re from overseas, supposedly with a certain status," said intern Louis in a gossipy manner, catching Officer Miller’s attention. They instinctively glanced at Moira Young, who was obediently eating nearby, feeling happy for her.

"It doesn’t matter who they are, as long as they can take good care of Moira, that’s a good family," Officer Miller stated. Just as he finished, a few people walked in, with one standing tall, expressionless, his icy and distant aura overwhelming everyone in the room. He was both cool and noble, making it impossible to look away, yet terrifying with eyes like sharp ice sculptures.

Everyone was captivated by his presence, and the entire hall fell silent.

His gaze fixed on a girl calmly eating in front-right, as he slowly walked over to her side.

Moira Young put down her spoon, her doll-like delicate face timidly lifted, her eyes reflecting anxiety like a startled fawn, staring blankly as this god-like man came to stand before her, expressionless but somehow not seeming distant.

She watched as he extended a hand to her, his eyes profound and distant as distant mountains.

Then, a clear voice resonated in her ear.

"Are you willing to come with me?"

Moira Young nodded. She didn’t know what it meant to go with him, but she understood that anyone the police welcomed with smiles must not be a bad person.

And so, she went home with him.

At that time, Moira Young didn’t know that this man was the most mysterious influential figure in Aleridia, holding the fate of countless companies with a flick of his fingers. Every financial family in Aleridia knew of his existence, yet no one had ever seen his true face.

In the car.

"What should I call you from now on?" Moira Young blinked her round eyes, much like a doll.

Julian Sinclair paused for a moment. He had made all the preparations for bringing this girl home, yet forgot about what she should call him.

"The young master is the seventh in the family, why not call him Uncle?" suggested a middle-aged man in the front passenger seat, casting a glance full of deeper meaning at Moira Young. This man was Julian Sinclair’s private butler, Louis Lowe, who knew everything about Julian Sinclair’s affairs and thoughts.

Julian Sinclair remained silent.

Moira Young couldn’t read his expression, feeling a bit anxious, her small hands constantly twisting, biting her lip.

She feared the feeling of being abandoned; she feared making the Uncle in front of her unhappy and then being abandoned once more.