Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 145

It was clear that the last time Jacqueline pretended to be hurt by her, he saw through it right away. He

did not accuse her wrongly and even comforted her afterward.

She thought that he should be the one to understand her and know her. Could it be that after all these

things, she was still, in his heart, just a woman who could sell everything for money?

This was the man that she put her best foot forward and sacrificed her virginity to save. Was this how

he saw her?

She looked at him incredulously.

The eyes were full of disappointment, consternation, doubt, questioning, disbelief, and a hint of vague

pain.

At that moment, Luther met her gaze.

He closed his fists tightly. As if he was stung deeply by her gaze.

But he saw her get into Christian's sports car with his own eyes and heard her lie with his own ears.

"Search it. Also, get the surveillance from last night." Joyce stared coldly at Luther, "Hopefully, you

won't regret it."

Her cold, detached look made his heart jerk up.

Casey saw that the atmosphere was not right, and he sagely suggested, "Luther, I'll get the

surveillance first." It wasn't appropriate to search the president's wife's desk straight away.

He called security and asked them to transfer the security footage from last night to his computer.

Soon, he received the file.

Opening it in front of everyone, Casey scrutinized the footage from that night.

In the picture, Joyce had been in front of her desk to modify the design.

At 9 p.m., she packed up her things and prepared to leave. Then she suddenly turned back, opened

the emergency access door, walked around the whole office again, and finally returned to her desk and

turned on the computer again. She stayed for a while before leaving.

And after that.

Suddenly, the monitoring screen turned into all snowflakes and then did not capture anything.

Casey glanced at Luther and wiped his sweat.

From the surveillance footage alone, Joyce went and came back, and was indeed quite suspicious.

Joyce put her arms around her chest, calmly watching the surveillance screen.

Casey then called the security department again, "What's going on, after 9:10, the surveillance images Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

are all gone?"

The head of security returned, "Sorry, Casey, we just found that out too. the surveillance equipment on

the 12th floor was vandalized. From 9:10 last night until now, there is no monitoring."

"Last night until now, the surveillance is broken and you don’t even notice? This is a serious dereliction

of duty. Who was on duty last night?" Casey rebuked.

"Last night it was a contract employee, Sammy, who was on duty. He just finished his shift and was

now off duty. I could not reach him on the phone for now. Casey, I'm sorry, we're trying our best to

repair it."

"Make sure you find this Sammy!" Casey finished and hung up the phone with a cold face.

Joyce now understood. Perhaps they would never be able to find this Sammy and whoever could be

behind this matter would certainly make sure he would disappear without a trace.

"The surveillance clearly shows Joyce is suspicious. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and search

her desk!" Shelly encouraged from the side, "Casey, my brother has given the word, what are you still

dawdling about?"

"I am…" Casey hesitated, and seeing no objection from Luther, nodded, "Ok."

Joyce raised her slender hand and dropped a set of keys into Casey's hand with unerring precision.

Casey froze, looking embarrassed.

He opened the conference room door and Shelly joined him at Joyce's desk.

Charlotte was sitting in her office, watching the news to pass the time, and when she heard the

commotion, she stood up curiously and saw Casey and Shelly coming to Joyce's desk together. She

also approached to see what was going on.