Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 9: Etched in the Heart

Just as she saw the phone screen showing ’Call with Uncle, 38 seconds’, a spark suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she answered Julian Sinclair’s call!

"Uncle!" Moira Young shouted with all her strength, but was slapped in the face!

"It’s Uncle, huh? Then we’ll use the speakerphone, let your uncle hear how his niece cries out!"

On the other end, Julian Sinclair was silent for a moment, his tone indifferent.

"If you want to live, let her go."

"Your uncle must be scared to death! Still threatening us!" The man holding the phone was annoyed by the heat, he tossed the phone aside and came over to tug at Moira Young’s clothes, "Such a tender little girl, I haven’t touched one before!"

"Don’t touch me!" Moira Young bit the man’s finger. She couldn’t control her strength anymore, biting until blood came out.

"Don’t touch her!" Heath Sterling dragged the chair desperately forward, falling headlong in front of Moira Young, he was in a sorry state yet still protected her, not allowing anyone to come near.

"Heath..." Moira Young’s eyes were blurred by tears, she wanted to crawl forward to comfort Heath Sterling, but was pulled back.

She watched helplessly as someone walked up behind Heath Sterling with a thick iron rod, her eyes widened in terror, and she screamed out in disbelief!

"Heath! No—!"

However, the iron rod mercilessly slammed onto Heath Sterling’s leg, without a hint of mercy, seemingly intent on killing him.

Heath Sterling was drenched in sweat from the pain, the veins on his forehead nearly bursting, but he didn’t utter a sound, he forced himself to look at Moira Young: "I’m... fine..."

Moira Young cried out, "Please, let him go..."

"I’m Sebastian Sterling’s son from Sterling Group! If you let us go, no matter how much you want, my dad will give you!" Heath Sterling was desperate, he could only bring up his father’s name.

The group of people paused at his words, exchanging a glance.

The sole heir of Sterling Group, worth quite a bit!

Scarface seized the opportunity to step forward, "Two people, twenty million." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Heath Sterling didn’t hesitate, suppressing the pain: "I’ll give you forty million, let us go!"

Unfortunately, Heath Sterling’s words gave them a reason to become greedy, the man bitten by Moira Young’s eyes gleamed at hearing forty million, and he shouted directly: "Eighty million for two lives."

Heath Sterling was, after all, still young, only now realizing how foolish he’d been!

"You’re being greedy!"

The group laughed, "Kid, forty million for your life, eighty million for yours and your little girlfriend’s life, choose for yourself!"

However, Heath Sterling hadn’t had the chance to reply yet.

"One hundred million, just to let the girl go." Julian Sinclair’s restrained voice came from the phone, neither cold nor indifferent, yet with an undeniable authority.

Everyone present was stunned, one hundred million, just for one life?

"Transfer the money first, then release the person!" Saying one hundred million, anyone can say it, whether truly wealthy or not must be proven by seeing the money, they exchanged glances then looked at Scarface.

Scarface lit a cigarette and sent the bank card number to Julian Sinclair, soon, one hundred million was transferred.

They could hardly believe it, counting the zeros several times.

"Once she’s home, another hundred million." Julian Sinclair’s voice, full of magnetism and presence, made Moira Young feel immensely reassured, but his words didn’t include Heath Sterling.

Moira Young had to shout: "Uncle, and Heath!"

However, Julian Sinclair had no response.

The dirty men were ecstatic, originally planning only to play with the woman, but unexpectedly getting a hundred million instead, dividing it up, each would get at least ten million.

"Take her to a road with taxis, make sure she gets in a car." Scarface issued orders.

"Uncle, Uncle! And Heath! Uncle!" Moira Young saw herself being dragged away, immensely anxious! Heath Sterling was still here! Why didn’t Julian Sinclair save him!

"You agreed on eighty million for two people! Now my uncle’s given you one hundred million, can’t you let him go?" Moira Young couldn’t understand why Julian Sinclair was unresponsive, but she couldn’t just watch!

"Little girl, since someone redeemed you, just leave honestly."

"Let him go, I’ll ask Uncle to give you more money." Moira Young ran forward to untie Heath Sterling’s rope, Heath Sterling was already nearly unconscious from the pain.

"I’ll give you ten seconds to send her away, otherwise, the remaining hundred million will be gone." Julian Sinclair’s voice was almost raging.

The group immediately stepped forward and pulled Moira Young and Heath Sterling apart.

"Heath!" Moira Young cried, trying to grab Heath Sterling’s hand, but was forcibly taken away.

The last look she gave as she left the factory was of Heath Sterling lying on the ground in excruciating pain, meeting his complicated gaze.

In the days to come, that gaze would be embedded in Moira Young’s heart like a thorn, impossible to pull out, unforgettable.

They were still young that year, yet this experience etched itself deeply.