Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 437: Unveiling the Truth

Quentin Rhodes remained silent, watching with a heavy heart as the person across from him lowered her head and sobbed, tears streaming down her face. He let her clutch his sleeve, allowing her to grieve, vent, and express her complaints.

Like a great mountain, unwavering through the changes of time, he stood firm in place, dedicating everything to his sister.

After a while, the sobbing inside the car slowly subsided.

"Fiona, are you hungry?" Quentin asked gently, trying to comfort her.

The person who heard her brother speak blushed slightly, embarrassed to have cried to her brother at her age. After moving her lips for a while, she finally just nodded silently.

Quentin’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he gently ruffled Fiona’s hair and then restarted the car.

It wasn’t until they arrived at the apartment that they began discussing how their father had forbidden them from handling company affairs.

After crying her heart out, Fiona felt much better and had come to several realizations. No matter what decision her father made, she absolutely would not back down. She refused to believe that she and Zayne Sinclair together were powerless to accomplish anything.

She refused to believe her abilities were truly that lacking.

Seeing his sister regain her former confidence, Quentin breathed a sigh of relief and placed a chopstick-full of braised meat onto Fiona’s plate. With this, the matter was at least temporarily set aside.

Two days later, Zayne Sinclair received an announcement from the Sinclair Group headquarters board of directors, stating: "After board discussions, Zayne Sinclair’s qualification as the Sinclair family heir has been revoked."

The man sitting on the sofa had a sullen expression, and Zayne’s father, equally informed of the news, was furious. Father and son argued heatedly at home.

In the afternoon, Zayne was informed that during the time he hadn’t been in contact with them, his cousins somehow gathered together at a bar to mock him relentlessly.

Anger boiled within him, and taking advantage of a moment when no one was watching, he dashed out, drove to the bar, and went straight to the private room, where he threw punches without saying a word.

When it came to one-on-one fights, except for Julian Sinclair, Zayne was unmatched in the family. But facing a crowd, as a lone fighter up against a group of men who had received basic training since childhood, he got severely injured. Fortunately, someone arrived in time to hold him back, sparing him from mortal danger.

He ended up in the hospital for several days.

Back in the country, Julian Sinclair had already informed Moira Young the night before that he’d be taking her to meet a friend that afternoon. They got ready early and set out.

"Uncle, what kind of friend is it?" Moira hadn’t had the chance to ask last night; she had been overwhelmed by Julian and forgot what she wanted to say.

Julian stroked Moira’s hand beside him, saying, "An old friend."

The woman sitting beside him rolled her eyes. What did he mean by an old friend? As if there weren’t young friends. Really.

She was about to say more when Julian patted her head, saying, "I’ll introduce you when we arrive. Don’t worry; it’s not a woman."

"Oh, come on!" Moira muttered, feeling her face flush. She snuggled into Julian’s arms, "I-I never asked whether it’s a man or a woman."

"Well, it’s just something I wanted to say," Julian affectionately lowered his head, raised his hand to pinch Moira’s earlobe, brushing some of her long hair against his lips and kissing it.

Moira didn’t notice much, only felt her eyelids slightly droop and she squinted a little.

Julian noticed and silently picked up the small blanket placed next to him, casually tucking it around Moira while tilting his head slightly to watch the video conference that had just opened on the iPad in front of him.

The car arrived at the designated location early. Fortunately, the person they were meeting hadn’t arrived yet, so Julian didn’t wake the person sleeping peacefully next to him.

About half an hour later, the woman in his arms began to wake up.

She looked at the roof of the car, somewhat bewildered, and after a moment, she reacted suddenly, sitting up with a start. "Oh no, oh no, I fell asleep. Are we late? Oh no, oh no."

Seeing the woman’s anxious and flustered manner, Julian’s eyebrows curved with a smile, and he clasped her restless wrist, "You’re not late—just in time."

Moira finally sighed with relief, then hurriedly opened her backpack to tidy up a bit, and they both got out of the car and headed to the private room.

As they reached the door, they heard a staff member leading someone over.

"Mr. Irving, this is your private suite."

Ira Irving nodded, raised his head, and saw Julian Sinclair and Moira Young waiting for him at the door, smiling as he approached, "Haha, what a coincidence, neither too early nor too late."

Julian reached out his hand, "Indeed, neither too early nor too late. Come in and let’s talk."

The three of them entered the room, the dining table was a small round one with the three forming a triangle.

Moira curiously glanced at Ira and then politely looked away. Unexpectedly, Julian had just sat down and introduced herself.

"This is my partner."

The two words made Moira blush suddenly; she glanced at the man beside her reproachfully but did not refute.

"Hahaha, it’s true that seeing is believing. Ms. Young, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you," Ira chuckled, adding a bit of friendly teasing.

Moira quickly nodded, smiling, "You’re too kind."

Before Julian could introduce further, Ira spoke directly, "There’s no need for formalities, Julian and I have been old friends for years. He always mentions you, and I’ve been eager to meet the woman he holds close to his heart. Haha, I’m certainly the luckiest among us."

With those words, the three of them all smiled, the atmosphere not dampening at all.

The dishes were gradually served, Julian and Ira discussed business matters, and Moira occasionally joined in. The meal went on until the end.

The three moved to the adjacent small living room, where tea was already brewed on the table. Ira smiled.

"Is this from before?"

"Yes, but we also have fresh tea."

Julian remarked, causing Ira’s eyes to squint with pleasure as he leisurely savored the tea in his cup, the taste lingering beautifully.

"I should take some home then."

Julian laughed, "It’s ready for you."

Moira smacked her lips, her fair cheeks relaxed, feeling the taste was delightful. As a fan of fizzy drinks, liking this was no small feat.

After a while, Julian was called away by his assistant who had arrived unexpectedly, leaving Ira and Moira alone in the room.

Moira traced the rim of her cup with her index finger, somewhat hesitant. Ira observed this and said with a smile, "Moira, if there’s anything you want to say, feel free to express it."

Caught off guard, Moira felt a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke up, "Mr. Irving, I just wanted to ask earlier when you said he always mentions me, what does... that mean?"

Thinking of Julian’s reputation and his relationship with this young woman, Ira laughed heartily without any hint of reservation, "It means that Julian Sinclair, that guy, is very fond of you."

Moira’s face tinged red again, her eyes bright as she looked at Ira.

Seeing this, Ira thought to himself, "No wonder Julian doesn’t let go."

"Do you know what that guy has been up to all this time?"

Moira shook her head.