Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 406: Meeting

Moira Young opened her mouth, was she just going to sit here and wait for death?

"What’s being said online."

Joe quickly opened his phone: "Still hot."

Taking a breath, Moira Young said, "Then I..."

"Moira, let’s wait a bit, it might die down. I’ll go make you some food. It’s evening and you must be hungry."

"I don’t..."

Watching Joe’s hurried back entering the kitchen, Moira Young swallowed her unfinished words and sat on the sofa, her mind blank.

"President Sinclair, here’s the domestic news about Miss Young."

Julian Sinclair took the iPad handed over by the assistant, and started reading piece by piece.

"Did you find anything?"

The assistant raised his head: "They said money was paid to keep Miss Young trending for a week until she is banned."

Julian Sinclair snorted coldly, tossed the iPad onto the table: "What about the people behind it?"

"This... we haven’t found them yet."

Silence spread in the room, and the assistant discreetly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Prepare the car."

"Yes." With that, the assistant quickly left the room.

Hotel in the manor, in a private room.

"President Sinclair, what do you need from me?"

Fiona Rhodes sipped some red wine, calmly looking at the expressionless man opposite her.

"You did this to Moira."

Julian Sinclair indifferently raised his eyelids.

After a long pause, Fiona Rhodes pouted.

"So dull, you found out so quickly. But my side won’t stop, you know."

Julian Sinclair put down the wine glass, stood up and turned to leave.

Behind him, a woman’s angry voice rang out.

"If you dare go find Moira Young, I’ll expose everything you’ve done."

Julian Sinclair sneered: "Take care of yourself."

Then, he left with a sharp stride.

"Julian Sinclair."

Fiona Rhodes angrily hit the chair.

"Find someone to handle it."

Two people got into the car, the assistant turned around respectfully and then dialed the phone.

Thinking of how that girl might be panicking now, his eyes shifted from the outside window to the phone in his hand, he hesitated for a while but didn’t dial Moira Young’s number.

"Hello, Reynolds."

"Haha, what’s a call from President Sinclair." A hearty laugh came from the other end.

"I need your help with something."

"What is it, say."

...

Domestically, the situation that seemed to calm down reignited the next day, and the internet was still incredibly noisy.

"Joe, I need to hire a lawyer."

Moira Young woke up early, sitting at the dining table, looking at Joe with determination.

Joe rubbed his fingers, thinking about the various slanders and insults against Moira Young online, and finally nodded.

"Alright, I’ll help you find a lawyer, but it might be hard, you need to be prepared."

Moira Young smiled faintly, nodded: "Okay."

By noon, Joe returned with good news, saying a lawyer had agreed to meet in the afternoon.

"Did the lawyer say anything?" Moira Young followed behind Joe.

Joe took out bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen and said: "No, but I asked why. He said he’s your fan, he thinks you’re very genuine, and he supports you unconditionally."

Moira Young felt a warmth in her heart, rubbed her eyes, and took the items from Joe’s hand.

"Okay, let’s go after eating."

Joe nodded vigorously, she had privately reported the situation to Lee, who had reluctantly agreed, curious to see what would happen.

As the appointed time approached, the two left the house.

"Hello, Miss Young."

"Hello, Lawyer Reynolds." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The three greeted each other and sat down.

"I’ll get straight to the point, Miss Young, this case is both easy and difficult, but currently you need to make a statement."

"The company has already done so," Joe explained.

Lawyer Reynolds smiled reassuringly: "I mean holding a press conference."

Moira Young frowned slightly: "Okay."

"Moira," Joe was a bit anxious.

Moira Young shook her head, signaling Lawyer Reynolds to continue.

"Before the press conference, you need to undergo cosmetic identification. I will arrange a reputable third-party hospital directly for you, so you can rest assured."

"Alright."

"On the day of the conference, just tell the truth. We will publish the photos directly, and for all sorts of rumors about you, we will release evidence along with legal declarations, sending notices to malicious influencers attacking you."

Moira Young nodded: "Thank you, Lawyer Reynolds, thank you."

"You’re welcome, we’re all your fans."

Moira Young pursed her lips and smiled, discussed some other matters, then took their leave.

Watching Moira Young’s departing figure, Reynolds quickly took out his phone to call a certain big name.

Over the phone, Julian Sinclair’s cool voice said: "Is everything arranged?"

"Don’t worry, who am I? For me, this small case is a piece of cake." Reynolds replied somewhat proudly, raising his eyebrows.

"Then I’ll leave it to you," Julian Sinclair said calmly.

"You know it, please treat me to a meal later, I want a feast."

Lawyer Reynolds said with a laugh, hung up the phone, and left the room.

In the car, Joe looked worried.

"Moira, do you think the company will agree?"

Moira Young stared at the road ahead, coldly replied: "Even if they don’t agree, I’ll hold it. They’re not just slandering me, they’re harming those around me. You can insult me, but I won’t tolerate insults to my friends."

She paused and glanced at Joe: "Don’t worry, I won’t let them blame you."

"Moira, I’m with you, I’ll be at the conference with you, even if Lee says something, I won’t listen."

"Silly girl."

The sunset once more spread across the night sky, drifting, indifferent to earthly concerns.

"If you want to do it, then do it." Lee sighed helplessly, as there was no better solution at the moment.

"Lee, you’re the best."

Joe enthusiastically hung up the phone, high-fived Moira Young, took out her phone, and quickly posted a tweet.

Once the tweet was posted, the gossip followers closely watching Moira Young’s actions became excited, just like lottery winners.

"Press conference!"

"Is this woman finally going to speak?"

"Oh, this gossip is tasty."

"Waiting, we’re waiting."

"Moira, we support you."

"We have to wait till the day after tomorrow."

"Hmph, what’s there to post about this kind of woman, she should just quit the entertainment industry."

"Who do you think you are."

...

Moira Young didn’t look further, turned off her phone, patted Joe’s head, and they each went to their rooms to sleep.

In the blink of an eye, the day after tomorrow arrived.

"Hey, what do you think Moira Young will say today?"

A reporter with an entry pass nudged a fellow journalist beside him.

The person was too lazy to waste words: "Watch and see."

Elsewhere, a few female reporters were chatting idly.

"Do you believe?"

"Believe what? Report however it comes out, if you want to embellish, go ahead."

"Tch, oh, she’s coming."

Joe accompanied Moira Young onto the stage, Lawyer Reynolds followed beside them.

The waiting reporters across from them eagerly started asking questions, flashes clapped nonstop.

"Today, everything will be explained to everyone." Joe spoke, calming everyone down before handing the microphone to Moira Young.