You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce subconsciously pushed Luther away and hurriedly stood up. Casey was both surprised and embarrassed that the president and the president's wife had made up so quickly. They were a couple after all, and certainly, they could deal with it themselves. He had been worried just now.

"What is it?" Luther asked, clearing his throat unnaturally.

“Yes, President. I have drafted a briefing to be posted in the company's internal forum and explained the whole thing to our employees. Do you think this is appropriate?" Casey respectfully handed up a document. Luther glanced at it and frowned, "Write the real situation clearly. Since Shelly did it, you should write it clearly. No need to cover it up for her. Since she has the courage to do it, she should have the guts to take it on."

“This is..." Casey frowned, "President, I am afraid your mother won't be very happy if she learns about it and the impact on the image of the group..." He wanted to say something but then stop. It was already such a mess, and he did not want to make things worse.

First Shelly accused Joyce of betraying the group, and then they had to clarify that Shelly had deliberately set Joyce up. Everyone could see there was something wrong within the Warner family, and what would Jacqueline do when she knew it?

Joyce was flipping through her phone and came over to say, “No need to clarify for me. Only the foolish ones would listen to her lies. It's more appropriate to say that it was a false alarm. Fortunately, no real damage was done."

For her, driving Shelly out of the team had been enough.

Because if Shelly stayed in the team, she would just always be an obstacle for her. The way Shelly had made things difficult for her had been a real headache.

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