Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 434: Arrogance

A few quick taps, and the instructions were swiftly transmitted through the apartment’s internet, leading to two "ding-dong" sounds from Fiona Rhodes’ phone at the Rhodes residence. Her face quickly twisted into a grimace as she looked at the screen.

"Zayne Sinclair, you bastard, shameless."

The phone, following the motion of the woman’s arm as she raised it high and flung it forward, traced a parabolic arc and luckily landed intact on the soft bed, the screen still glowing, revealing Fiona Rhodes’ naked photos clearly, not missing either side.

Furiously, she swept the contents of the table onto the ground, yet it did little to quell Fiona Rhodes’ anger, shame, and humiliation. After slumping for several minutes, she quickly got up and jumped onto the bed to search for her phone, swiftly dialing Zayne Sinclair. As the phone rang twice and she was about to start cursing, she heard:

"The number you dialed is turned off, please call again later..."

Her eyes opened slightly as she realized this was Zayne Sinclair’s premeditated revenge against her. Her eyes glinted sharply as she turned and quickly hurried downstairs, grabbing her car keys, and slammed the door as she left.

Speeding all the way, she arrived at Zayne Sinclair’s apartment.

"Bang bang bang." Fiona Rhodes pounded on the door, shouting continuously, "Zayne Sinclair, open the door, Zayne Sinclair." Another frenzied round of pounding, "I know you’re in there, Zayne Sinclair, if you have the guts, open the damn door."

The door remained immobile. Inside, the man’ eyes slightly raised, nonchalantly took a sip of coffee, treating the banging as part of a symphony.

"Zayne Sinclair, Zayne Sinclair." Remembering his revenge against her, Fiona Rhodes furiously kicked the doorframe, took a deep breath, "We need to talk, Zayne Sinclair, do you hear me, we..."

She hadn’t finished speaking when the door opened. Fiona Rhodes took a quick step forward, aiming a slap at the man standing by the entry, but he smoothly intercepted it, firmly pinning her against the just-closed door.

"What now? Miss Rhodes doesn’t want to talk anymore?" Zayne Sinclair raised an eyebrow with a wicked grin.

Pressed against the door, Fiona Rhodes glared fiercely at the self-satisfied man in front of her. Calming herself down after a deep breath, she finally spoke, "Zayne Sinclair, you’re threatening me."

The man nodded slightly, "Yes, threatening you."

"How dare you!"

"Huh."

Seeing the man’s disdainful and indifferent face, indeed, what couldn’t Zayne Sinclair do?

"Despite being a member of the Sinclair family, you’re not afraid of disgracing your ancestors with such vile tactics?"

"Faces," Zayne Sinclair leaned forward slightly, "when they accomplish things, who needs faces? But Miss Rhodes, do you plan to have one?" he said, slightly tilting his head, his breath deliberately brushing against Fiona Rhodes’ neck.

The cool, moist sensation, and the unavoidable restraint at her waist, almost transported her back to that night at the hotel, as the fear rose from within, suppressing the nausea in her heart, "Zayne Sinclair, I’ll help you."

The man chuckled lightly, his lips slightly parted, as his fangs slightly grazed the soft, fragrant neck, exerting slight pressure.

In an instant, Fiona Rhodes’ body trembled, shivers silently erupted on her skin, a slight numbing sensation with immense fear surged from the depths of her heart, hurriedly lifting her arms to push Zayne Sinclair away.

Watching the woman’s terror-filled face, the man stepped back naturally without turning to look at the person behind him, heading to the fridge, retrieving two glasses, adding ice, and pouring whiskey.

"Since you’ve agreed, let’s have a drink." Holding the glass, he walked to the woman still fiercely wiping her neck, speaking coldly.

Fiona Rhodes held her breath, glaring at Zayne Sinclair, took a long time to step away from the wall, walked over, took the glass without a word, and downed it.

Zayne Sinclair clinked his teeth against the glass, watching the woman’s elegant swan neck, his eyes narrowing, clicking his tongue quietly.

Too bad, should have added a little something.

"What’s your plan?" Fiona Rhodes asked.

Zayne Sinclair placed the glass on the coffee table, sank into the sofa, his right leg over his left knee.

"The two of us together will have a talk with Ira Irving, try to meet their requests, we can’t lose the order."

"What did he say today?"

The man’s gray eyes darkened slightly, "Break the contract."

Hearing this, Fiona Rhodes was suddenly a bit happy, forgetting how the Rhodes family board or her father would react if the contract was broken, she didn’t show it on her face, "Then, will Ira Irving relent?"

Zayne Sinclair sneered slightly, with a bit of arrogance, "If he’s unwilling, he shouldn’t think about getting into this fabric business."

The woman across cooperated with a smile, then asked, "When do we go?"

"Tomorrow morning."

With the plan settled, Fiona Rhodes had no reason to stay, left for the door.

"Not staying?"

The man’s distinctive voice rose, charmingly gloomy.

"No, I’m particular about my bed," Fiona Rhodes spat out with a hint of sarcasm, slamming the door as she left.

Zayne Sinclair pursed his lips, stood up, and went upstairs, preparing for the meeting the next morning.

The next day, just about to head out to pick up Fiona Rhodes from the Rhodes residence, he saw out by the door people wearing suits, bearing the court’s badge, standing at his doorstep.

"Zayne Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair?"

Witnessing the lineup at the door, Zayne Sinclair slightly furrowed his brow, forgetting to take his hand off the doorknob, "I am."

"We are from the People’s Court of xx City, and this is the lawsuit filed against you by Mr. Ira Irving at The Irving Group, which the court has accepted. This is your summons."

Zayne Sinclair didn’t reach out to take the summons handed to him, eyes cast down as if thinking deeply.

The process server glanced, continuing, "If you ignore it, the court will issue a public notice, and sixty days later it will be considered served. Even if you miss it, the court will verify and judge based on the plaintiff’s submitted evidence."

"Huh, then I have no choice but to go."

"Of course, it’s in your best interest."

Zayne Sinclair took the summons, looking coldly at the people opposite, "Understood, I’ll be there on time."

"Please sign here."

The process server took out a piece of paper, after a moment, with things settled, everyone left the premises.

"Hey, come to my place."

Fiona Rhodes glanced at her phone confusedly, casually putting it down on the table, and after finishing a piece of bread and a glass of milk, reluctantly went back to her bedroom, changed, and drove to Zayne Sinclair’s place.

"Didn’t you say you’d pick me up? Zayne Sinclair, are you still a man?"

The man who answered the door didn’t pay attention to the irritated woman trailing behind, he walked a few steps, picked up the papers on the marble table, and placed them in front of the woman’s eyes, his brows full of indifference.

"A judgment!" Fiona Rhodes quickly snatched it up, hardly believing it, examining the front and back, "Ira Irving, so fast?"

Just a single day, isn’t this judgment too swift?

Zayne Sinclair folded his arms, standing tall, full of sarcasm, "Fast, indeed. I assume someone reported about the fabrics just when they were ready."

"No, that can’t be, how could he know beforehand about the dyeing issue with the fabrics?" Fiona Rhodes was somewhat in denial.