CHAPTER 191: CHAPTER 191: THE RED CERTIFICATES IN THE BLACK SAFE

Although it was a Sinclair Family banquet, many outsiders came by reputation.

Under the crystal chandelier, there was not only champagne but also schemes.

Everyone appeared to be chatting and laughing on the surface, but in reality, they all harbored ulterior motives.

This lucrative piece of the Sinclair Group, even just a tiny crumb, would be enough for a revival.

In the front hall, glasses clinked and mingled.

Holly, holding Blake Sinclair’s arm, walked into the banquet hall.

From the moment they entered, they were subjected to the curious and scrutinizing gazes of everyone present.

Since that unexpected incident last time, this was Blake Sinclair’s first public appearance.

Everyone was especially curious about Holly, wondering what methods she used to enter the Sinclair family, given her mismatched background.

The banquet began, and after Laurel Sinclair said a few words, she handed over the floor to Blake Sinclair.

Blake Sinclair stepped forward, standing under the gathering light, surrounded by everyone at the center.

Even with amnesia, his innate dignity and authority were undiminished.

He swept his gaze across the room, lingering briefly on the faces of several uncles whose eyes flickered, then slowly began to speak,

"Thank you to all the elders and friends who took the time to come today. Taking advantage of this family banquet, I also have something I want to solemnly announce to everyone."

He slightly turned and extended his hand towards Holly.

Holly understood the message and placed her hand in his palm.

He tightened his grip on her hand and turned to the crowd, "This is my wife, Holly Crowe. She is also the only wife of the president of the Sinclair Group.

Her wish is my wish. I hope from now on, you all can respect her as you respect me."

Applause soon erupted in the banquet hall.

The expressions of the people were varied – some were sincerely congratulatory, while others discreetly observed.

Halfway through the banquet, some people couldn’t restrain themselves and began to make things challenging.

Several uncles took turns approaching, probing from the company’s business planning decisions to ancestral matters, openly and covertly trying to find out whether or not Blake Sinclair’s amnesia was real.

A few of them hinted, even deliberately bringing up details of old events known only to Blake Sinclair and a very select few core members.

However, Blake Sinclair answered fluently, with tight logic, occasionally countering with questions that left the questioners speechless.

Faces turned alternately green and pale at his retorts, and finally, they could only laugh awkwardly and try to save face, "Good, good, as long as you’re aware."

When no flaws were found in business, they started to set traps around his personal life.

"Blake and Holly really have a great relationship. I heard from your third uncle last time that you even went to ask for a Jade Pendant, which is rare.

Speaking of which, you’ve been married for a while now; when are you planning to have a child? So we elders can enjoy the joy of grandchildren sooner, and the Sinclair family can be more lively. Holly isn’t getting any younger; it’s time to plan for it."

Blake Sinclair shielded Holly behind him slightly and replied calmly, "Holly and I have our own plans. A child is the crystallization of love, not a task. When the time is right, we will have one. For now, the development and stability of the Sinclair Group are of utmost importance."

With this deft turn, he skillfully redirected the topic back to business, making his stance clear and his intention to protect Holly even more evident.

Standing by his side, Holly initially felt on edge, ready to help smooth things over if he stumbled.

But gradually, she realized her worries were completely unnecessary.

Blake Sinclair was like a towering mountain, unperturbed by the storms, remaining at the center of it all.

This arena of fame and fortune was his home turf, effortlessly deflecting all the open and hidden barbs.

The aura of control over the entire situation was no different from before he lost his memory.

Watching his composed back, Holly’s suspicions grew wildly.

She couldn’t help but think back to the quick glimpse she caught in the study earlier.

Those who came to probe gradually dispersed, and Holly tugged on his sleeve, "I’m going to the restroom."

Blake Sinclair asked, "Do you need me to accompany you?"

She forced a smile, "No need, I’ll be back soon."

Blake Sinclair gave her a deep look, his amber eyes appearing especially profound under the dazzling lights.

He nodded, "Alright. When you return, there’s something I want to tell you."

His tone carried an unusual gravity, causing Holly’s heart to flutter inexplicably.

She nodded, "Okay."

After speaking, she turned and lifted her skirt, making her way through the crowd.

She could sense a gaze following her until her figure disappeared around the corner.

After Holly left, Blake Sinclair continued to navigate social interactions with others.

On the surface, he remained affable and composed, but he occasionally checked the time or glanced toward the entrance of the banquet hall.

Time ticked by, yet Holly still hadn’t returned.

An inexplicable unease and restlessness began to creep in.

Just as he was about to leave to find her, Sinclair came bounding through the crowd, clutching his leg.

"Uncle!"

Blake Sinclair bent down and picked her up.

Sinclair wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering mysteriously into his ear, "Uncle, in that black, shiny box in your study, is there some kind of treasure inside?"

Black box? Study?

Blake Sinclair felt a pang inside.

The color drained a bit from his face, and his arm holding Sinclair involuntarily tightened.

"What box are you talking about?"

Sinclair, confused by his sudden change in tone, blinked her big eyes and continued honestly, "The one behind your desk!"

"I just saw Auntie take two little red booklets out of that black box. Uncle, are those red booklets your treasure? Can I see them?"

Blake Sinclair’s mind went blank, his arms shaking slightly as he held Sinclair.

Little red booklets...

Wedding certificates!

Holly saw them!

Not only did she see the safe, but she also opened it?

She saw the wedding certificates!

Has she already guessed something?

Or has she confirmed something?

Blake Sinclair’s face completely changed.

Without waiting for Sinclair to respond, he bent down to put her down,

Disregarding the gazes of those around him, he headed outside.

The four-story height now seemed endless.

Blake Sinclair climbed three steps at a time, his hurried, chaotic footsteps echoing throughout the house.

His mind was in disarray, with only one thought crystal clear.

Find her! Explain everything clearly! Can’t let her leave!

"Holly?"

He ran while calling her name.

He rushed straight to the study and pushed open the half-closed door.

Inside the brightly lit study, the black safe behind the desk had clearly been moved.

Blake Sinclair’s fingers trembled, almost unable to form a fist.

Digit by digit, he entered the password.

A soft click sounded as the safe door sprang open.

On top, two marriage certificates lay quietly inside.

Blake Sinclair let out a sigh of relief, the tension easing, almost leaving him limp.

Fortunately, the certificates were still there.

However, before he could fully exhale, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of clarity.

A cold voice from the door sliced through the air, instantly plunging him back into the abyss.

"Didn’t you have amnesia?"

"How do you still remember to move this safe back from the Grandflora Gardens?"

"And how do you still remember the password?"