You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 147

Joyce picked up the remaining five stacks of money and tossed them into the air with force.

"Wow."

Inside the office, there was a commotion. There were all 500 bills fluttering in the air just like snowflakes. Silent and still, the scene shocked the crowd.

In fact, it was Joyce's own money. She had not found Justin. In the end, she had to go to the hospital and asked for a refund. Paying the cost of hospitalization and examination, as well as compensation for the loss of the hospital's pre-prepared surgical materials, she still got 800,000 back. She took the 300,000 out in cash and deposited the rest in her own account.

The $300,000, which she kept in her office, was meant to be returned to Luther sometime.

Since it was exposed today, she could simply give it back to him.

It was not bad actually, since from now on, she didn’t owe him any money.

Her icy eyes lingering on Luther for a moment, she said clearly, word by word, "By four o'clock this afternoon. Still in this conference room. If I cannot prove my innocence, I will immediately resign and never return to the group. The copyright is yours for free, and I will bear all the consequences and compensation."

After saying that, she turned around spontaneously and was just about to leave.

Luther suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. The look of determination in her eyes made his heart hollow as if he felt afraid for no reason.

"You can explain it to me alone and I'll listen." He was afraid that once she left, she would really never return to the group.

Even if she really had some private dealings with Christian, he did not want her to leave the group in his heart. He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have investigated this matter thoroughly in public just now.

"How can that be?!" Shelly yelled up, and then lowered her head. She knew that she had lost her tongue and dared not to say anything more for fear.

Casey stepped in at this point to ease the situation, "Everyone just gets back to work. I'll handle this."

The other colleagues left the conference room indignantly, not believing Joyce would do something like this.

"Go and look into it. Especially the security guard who was on duty last night. And then have someone ask around at the Ballard group. Be here at 4:00 p.m. sharp." Luther instructed Casey.

"Yes, Luther," Casey returned respectfully.

At that, Casey bent down and started picking up the money that was left all over the floor and everywhere. He bemoaned the fact that as a special assistant, he naturally had to share the president's worries. In order not to expand the impact of this thing, he had to do all the things himself.