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.
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.
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