Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 436: Aggrieved

"The court believes that The Irving Group has presented evidence to demonstrate its actual losses, which are reasonable and well-founded. Meanwhile, Zayne Sinclair of The Sinclair Group failed to act with integrity and responsibility during this transaction, resulting in severe damage to The Irving Group’s reputation and visibility. The court finds that, based on this, the appeal is justified. Zayne Sinclair of The Sinclair Group is ordered to compensate The Irving Group for economic losses of one billion yuan within fifteen days after the judgment takes effect. The judgment will be issued to both parties within ten days after the trial concludes. This trial is now adjourned."

"Bang!" The gavel fell, finalizing the outcome.

Online, those who sensed the trend left in droves, finding it dull, leaving only a few scattered individuals lingering.

Outside the court, two people encountered each other unexpectedly. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Mr. Irving, well-played." Zayne Sinclair said through gritted teeth, approaching Ira Irving with a grim face.

Ira Irving glanced at him indifferently, filled with sarcasm: "The business world isn’t for you."

"Mr. Irving, could you comment on this case...?"

"Mr. Irving, when is the next fashion show, will there be another one this year?"

"Mr. Irving, I heard you’ve long wanted to set a trap for Zayne Sinclair, is that true?"

...

Zayne Sinclair shoved his hands into his pant pockets and looked at Ira Irving’s distant silhouette and the surrounding noisy journalists. He nudged his jaw, turned around, and left without giving a glance to those across from him.

"Zayne Sinclair, why didn’t we know this was haute couture?"

Fiona Rhodes sat in the car, her delicate face overcast.

The man sitting beside her adjusted his tie, his collarbone visibly distinct: "Got played."

"What happened?"

"He mentioned earlier that it was a promotional event, but I didn’t think much of it. Later, I checked the contract and found it written clearly."

"Why didn’t you use this to shut them up?" Fiona Rhodes complained.

"Shut them up." The man sneered, his eyes dark, feeling that the long-suppressed gloom was suddenly released, "How to shut them up, do you think mentioning this would make the court accept it? Ira Irving’s contract, it all seemed unfavorable to me, but it didn’t violate any legal clauses beyond reason, except for the ten billion compensation."

Fiona Rhodes opened her mouth but felt speechless, a slight bitterness on her lips.

Ten billion in compensation, huh, it’s reasonable and irrefutable.

"How is the compensation calculated?"

The car arrived at Zayne Sinclair’s apartment; he had been so troubled these days that he stayed elsewhere.

They got out of the car and after sitting on the sofa, Zayne Sinclair took a swig of alcohol before saying: "Split." He paused, then said directly: "Forty-sixty split, you forty, me sixty."

"Okay." Fiona Rhodes agreed immediately, Zayne Sinclair wasn’t surprised at all.

No matter what, he must bear more of the responsibility, allowing Fiona Rhodes to take forty is already generous.

"I’ll transfer the money to you then you pass it to Ira Irving."

Zayne Sinclair nodded, closed his eyes, and said no more.

The person across diagonally looked, ultimately remained silent, picked up their things, and left, closing the door lightly.

In the afternoon, Ira Irving received the penalty fee directly transferred by Zayne Sinclair, feeling pleased he picked up the phone.

"Hahaha, how’s it going, buddy?"

The person on the other end replied, "Congratulations."

"Congrats to both of us! The penalty money, we’re splitting it seventy-thirty. I’ll take thirty, you seventy. I’ll have the secretary transfer it to you; you’ve got to accept it."

"Mr. Irving, you should keep it all."

Ira Irving argued, "No way, the money must be split between two people."

"Fifty-fifty split."

"No, no, must follow what I said. I’ve already had it sent, you can’t say no to big brother."

The person on the other end seemed somewhat helpless: "Alright, I’ll accept it."

Essentially earning a free ten billion without doing business, splitting or not doesn’t matter much.

Then, that person asked, "When are you coming back to visit?"

"What? Missing me already? Don’t worry, I’ve booked a ticket for next week, so we’ll meet soon." Ira Irving replied.

"I’ll send someone to pick you up and introduce someone to you."

Ira Irving laughed: "Is it the one you often mention?"

The person on the other end quietly responded yes.

Ira Irving laughed more happily: "Then I’ll definitely have to get to know them well."

The two talked about some business matters before hanging up.

At this time, both the Rhodes family and the Sinclair family were in an uproar.

"You tell me, how can you succeed in doing anything, I thought you’d changed earlier, but then, Ira Irving’s deal not only fell through, but you had to pay ten billion back. Zayne Sinclair, get on your knees!"

Second Master Sinclair said angrily, raising a stick and hitting Zayne Sinclair’s back.

Zayne Sinclair was expressionless, silent.

In the living room, only the sound of the stick hitting flesh could be heard, "smack," making hearts throb.

After a while, looking at the person kneeling on the ground, head slightly bowed, Second Master Sinclair’s raised arm halted slightly, speaking coldly: "Go stand in the corner and reflect, no longer allowed to meddle in the company’s affairs."

Zayne Sinclair blinked gently, still kneeling.

"If you continue being incompetent, the company and this family will eventually be ruined by you." Second Master Sinclair yelled, angrily flicking his sleeve, looking disappointedly at his son kneeling on the ground, and then left.

"Ruined, incompetent." Zayne Sinclair snorted disdainfully, muttering to himself, "With your biased elder brother around, how am I to be competent."

Fiercely clenching his palms, his cold grey eyes indifferent.

On the other side, Fiona Rhodes was, for the first time, angered enough to be scolded by her father wanting to use family discipline but was stopped by the surrounding people, allowing Quentin Rhodes to take his sister away from the Rhodes household.

On the road, inside the car driving towards a certain apartment.

"Stay here for a while, and go back when dad calms down." Quentin Rhodes said, holding the steering wheel while glancing sideways at the person beside him.

The person sitting in the passenger seat leaned her head against the car window, her eyes somewhat vacant.

Quentin Rhodes worried and was about to pull over when the person next to him spoke: "Brother, should I not have partnered with Zayne Sinclair?"

Fiona Rhodes slightly tilted her eyes, staring directly at Quentin Rhodes, with a hint of confusion and doubt.

"Don’t overthink, it’s okay, I’m here." The man driving the car felt a slight ache in his heart.

This is the sister he cherished, how could she suffer such grievances.

Fiona Rhodes shook her head, self-deprecating: "No, I’m just thinking, why is it every time I partner with him, I end up unlucky, could it be, as dad said, my abilities aren’t enough?"

The car suddenly stopped by the roadside, Quentin Rhodes unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and rubbed Fiona Rhodes’ head like when they were young: "Fiona is a fool."

Fiona Rhodes slightly widened her eyes; recent events seemed to find an outlet at this moment, her nose tingling, tears welled up in her eyes, she felt aggrieved: "Brother."

Outside the car, people hurried by, north and southbound, smiling joyfully.