Chapter 155

Casey saw that the atmosphere between the two of them was not right.

He hurriedly rounded up the situation, “You all go back to work." He

cleared all the people out of the conference room, leaving some space

for the president and the president's wife to handle the matter

themselves.

Charlotte sighed as she saw that everything was over, and left the

conference room helplessly to return to her seat. She looked at the

computer screen in a daze, and couldn't help but worry that after

Shelly's fuss, it would be difficult for her to find a chance to get at Joyce

for a while.

And, Joyce was alert beyond her expectations.

It was all Shelly's fault. Just how dare she use such a trick? She had

watched too many brainless TV shows, and maybe she thought it was

seamless, but it was actually full of loopholes. How could she trust just

a random security guard, and there was no careful planning

beforehand.

Inside the meeting room.

Luther stared in silence at the blank paper in front of him, his face rigid.

She even let him write this kind of shit. Afraid that he would go back on

his words?

"Ok. I'll write it, and you can just sign it." Joyce saw that he was still

motionless, so she simply took the white paper from him, took out a

pen, and simply wrote a few sentences.

I, Luther, have received a payment from Joyce in two installments,

totaling $800,000.

Received from: Joyce.

payee: blank.

“You sign here." Joyce handed Luther the pen.

Luther reluctantly took the pen and signed his name beautifully on the

paper. It always felt like she was missing something when she paid off

the money.

Joyce coldly reached out and tried to take this receipt note from under

his hand. However, she pulled a few times, but she could not move the

paper at all.

Luther pressed one hand on the receipt and asked in a cold voice, "You

asked me for money before, all for Justin's surgery?"

The idea that everything she did was probably for Justin, and that the

person she loved so much was Justin, depressed him to the core.

This, coupled with her detached demeanor, cold expression, and the

sense of distance unmistakably written on her face, made him

extremely uncomfortable.

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?" Joyce put her hands around her

chest and looked at him coldly, "Anyway, we're clear today."

Her words carried a double meaning.

It could be both a monetary clearing and a mutual relationship clearing.

His mouth parted, he wanted to say something, but finally, he said

nothing.

She looked really angry at what he did to her today. Although she

seemed not to mind the whole thing on the surface, he could sense that

she was quite serious today, which made him feel even more

depressed.

He'd rather she act like a little wildcat and argue with him.

Instead of being so cold now.

But he couldn't pull himself together to explain.

Joyce took advantage of his distraction and took the receipt from under

his hand.

“If it's okay, it's time for me to leave." After saying that, she turned

around to leave.

At that moment, however, Joyce was suddenly pulled from behind, her

heels slipped, she leaned back, and finally, she stumbled back and sat

directly on his lap.

Luther smoothly wrapped his arms around her so that she wouldn't fall

to the ground.

The softness of her body, and the fresh scent of her hair, made him

slightly lost in thought, remembering yesterday's ambiguity in the

cubicle. He couldn't help but fold his arms, and his body unconsciously

reacted.

Meanwhile, Casey returned and saw Joyce sitting on Luther's lap.