Female Novel
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.novelbin
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?