Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 146

Shelly turned toward Charlotte and said smugly, "Joyce is done this time. Just wait and see what

happens."

Charlotte looked at Shelly suspiciously. She could not know Shelly better. A brainless daughter from a

wealthy family. How could she do anything great? She better not be a failure. However, when she

looked at Shelly's confident look, she had a few expectations.

Casey opens Joyce's desk.

He went through each drawer carefully. Except for some personal items, most of them were just

documents and folders. There was a suspicious folder indeed, and a black suspicious cloth bag.

He opened the folder and his face changed as he flipped through it. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Then he opened the black cloth bag, his eyes darkened, his face more gloomy.

Casey picked up the two items and returned to the conference room, where Shelly followed up with

Charlotte.

Casey placed the folder and black cloth bag on the conference table and asked, "Luther, please check

it. Do you need everyone else to step back?" At this moment, he still hoped that the president and his

wife could close the door and solve the matter by themselves. After all, so many outsiders were

present.

"No need." In reply to Casey, it was Joyce.

Why should she be afraid if she had done nothing? What difference would it make even if there were

more people? Her bright eyes narrowed. This folder obviously did not belong to her. When was it put on

her desk? And she did not even know?

It seemed that there was indeed someone last night.

Luther opened the folder and removed the files inside.

As he looked through it, his handsome eyebrows tangled deeply, he put the document down on the

table and looked at Joyce indifferently, "How do you explain it?"

Joyce walked up and picked up the file and looked through it. It was also the first time she had read it.

Surprisingly, the Ballard group had a partnership agreement with her, with astronomical payments and

promises of copyright, patent rights, etc.

She laughed and threw the document casually on the conference table, "With this kind of ability and

such a high reward, who would leave such documents on their own desks? Waiting to be discovered at

any time?"

She glanced at Luther with a disdainful look, "You think I have such a low IQ?"

Luther didn't look up as he opened the black cloth bag, his eyes then flinched.

He got the things in the bag out. It was six thick stacks of cash, a total of 300,000.

He spoke coldly, "The money, and what do you have to say?"

At this moment, Joyce smiled. The stunningly bright smile of the moment was just as bright as the

flowers of hell.

Although Casey did not know much about Joyce, at this moment he could also feel the powerful aura

emanating from Joyce's body. She was angry and he could practically feel her silent anger.

Just like you actually had no tears when you were sad to an extreme.

It was just normal Joyce did not have any expression when she was angry to the extreme.

Joyce took a step forward. She took six stacks of money from the bag and tossed five of them on the

conference table.

Unsealing the last stack of money, she walked leisurely over to Luther.

Joyce gently raised her hand, and all the five hundred dollar bills were flung into the air, some

smashing down on his handsome face, some slowly floating down to the ground.

"Here's the 300,000 I owed you. And I owe you no more!”