Chapter 144

"Who says there's no proof? I've got proof.” Shelly proudly took out her

phone, opened the photo album, and showed everyone the photos she

took yesterday afternoon of Joyce getting out of the Christian's Aston

Martin sports car.

Joyce frowned slightly.

Christian was a real disaster. What else would he do but cause her

trouble? She must stay away from him in the future.

“I'm sure there must be an explanation. The Joyce that I know would

never do that." Professor Owens spoke out for Joyce.

Joyce looked at Professor Owens gratefully. Only Professor Owens

could appreciate her talent. After she retired from the shooting range,

she was once depressed, and it was Professor Owens who discovered

her talent and gave her affirmation and encouragement, so she could

go all the way to today with confidence.

She cast a grateful look at Professor Owens and conveyed her

innocence.

Professor Owens understood and he stood up, "Since there is no more

meeting, I will go back to the university research office first. Just let me

know by phone when the misunderstanding is cleared." After saying

that, he lifted his briefcase and took the lead to leave the conference

room. For the rest of the office battle, he did not need to waste time

participating.

"Professor Owens, I'm going to see you off.” The rest of the colleagues

hurriedly followed and sent Professor Owens out the door.

Shelly was upset that Professor Owens trusted Joyce unconditionally

and just walked away.

If she couldn't get Joyce to lose her reputation today, she would be

tossing and turning for nothing.

Only success could be allowed today, not failure.

"As for other evidence, you can just search Joyce's desk and see what

you can find,” Shelly suggested.

Joyce smiled coldly. It seemed that Shelly had done everything to set

her up. She looked at Luther, only to see Luther's serious, gloomy face.

The surrounding area fell into dead silence.

No one dared to make a sound.

Everyone was waiting for Luther to say something.

After all, Joyce was nominally Luther's wife, and no one had the right to

search her things.

Luther remained silent, his eyes downcast as he stared at the pen in

his hand.

It was like a century.

Suddenly, there was a "pop".

Luther violently broke the pen in his hand, his voice breaking the dead

silence.

The crowd was startled and did not even dare to breathe.

He raised his eyes to Casey, his eyes as deep and dark as the endless

night, his voice as cold as ice, and ordered, "Send someone to search

Joyce's desk."

When Shelly heard this, she almost jumped up and down and clapped

her hands in celebration. She had finally swayed her brother and finally

gotten Joyce the bitch this time. That was awesome! She tried

desperately to restrain her excitement. The day was going to be a long

one.

Casey did not react for a moment. It took half a second before he finally

understood. Was he really going to check the president's wife?

Although the design was leaked, he never suspected that it would be

Joyce. For him, it was just something impossible.

Did the president have no trust in his wife?

At this moment, Joyce was also shocked.

How dare he not believe her?