You Hit My Heart
Chapter 144

"Who says there's no proof? I've got proof.” Shelly proudly took out herphone, opened the photo album, and showed everyone the photos shetook yesterday afternoon of Joyce getting out of the Christian's AstonMartin sports car.

Joyce frowned slightly.

Christian was a real disaster. What else would he do but cause hertrouble? She must stay away from him in the future.

“I'm sure there must be an explanation. The Joyce that I know wouldnever do that." Professor Owens spoke out for Joyce.

Joyce looked at Professor Owens gratefully. Only Professor Owenscould appreciate her talent. After she retired from the shooting range,she was once depressed, and it was Professor Owens who discoveredher talent and gave her affirmation and encouragement, so she couldgo all the way to today with confidence.

She cast a grateful look at Professor Owens and conveyed herinnocence.

Professor Owens understood and he stood up, "Since there is no moremeeting, I will go back to the university research office first. Just let meknow by phone when the misunderstanding is cleared." After sayingthat, he lifted his briefcase and took the lead to leave the conferenceroom. For the rest of the office battle, he did not need to waste timeparticipating.

"Professor Owens, I'm going to see you off.” The rest of the colleagueshurriedly followed and sent Professor Owens out the door.

Shelly was upset that Professor Owens trusted Joyce unconditionallyand just walked away.

If she couldn't get Joyce to lose her reputation today, she would betossing 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 whatyou can replace,” Shelly suggested.

Joyce smiled coldly. It seemed that Shelly had done everything to sether 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 tosearch her things.

Luther remained silent, his eyes downcast as he stared at the pen inhis hand.

It was like a century.

Suddenly, there was a "pop".

Luther violently broke the pen in his hand, his voice breaking the deadsilence.

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 endlessnight, his voice as cold as ice, and ordered, "Send someone to searchJoyce's desk."

When Shelly heard this, she almost jumped up and down and clappedher hands in celebration. She had finally swayed her brother and finallygotten Joyce the bitch this time. That was awesome! She trieddesperately to restrain her excitement. The day was going to be a longone.

Casey did not react for a moment. It took half a second before he finallyunderstood. Was he really going to check the president's wife?Although the design was leaked, he never suspected that it would beJoyce. 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?