fantishu
Chapter 142
Chapter 142
Today would be the day you would lose your reputation. Let’s see how long you could still fool around.
On the podium, Joyce had already set up all the equipment.
On the electronic screen in the meeting room, her pre-made PowerPoint report was displayed.
At that moment, the door of the conference room was gently pushed open.
The one was none other than Luther.
"Good day to the president." Everyone got up and said respectfully.
Luther nodded gently and walked straight to the main seat to Professor Owens' left and sat down,
politely greeting Professor Owens, "Hello, Professor Owens."
However wealthy he might be, he still respected a scholar like Professor Owens. It was especially hard
to have a groundbreaking figure like Professor Owens who was dedicated to research.
Joyce was at the podium and glanced at Luther.
Did he not sleep well last night? The blue circles under his eyes were just obvious, and he didn’t look
very good, and his handsome face looked slightly tired.
Last night after she arrived home, it took a while before she heard movement downstairs and Luther
came back later than she did. She had gone to bed early last night and hadn't met him.
When she got up in the morning, she heard nothing from his room and he was obviously still asleep.
Somehow, looking at Luther's gloomy face, she always felt something strange. Since he entered the
conference room, Luther hadn't looked at her. It was so unusual. Like, sulking at her?
Then she thought about how yesterday he called her a dozen times and she did not answer and he
was not at all angry.
The more Joyce thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong.
Could it be the final calm before the storm?
Hey, really, how could she see what was on the mind of this man.
She could neither see nor understand it.
She better forget about it for now and finished introducing the project she designed first.
She could ask him again when the meeting was over.
With the arrival of Luther.
The meeting officially started.
Joyce cleared her throat and began to introduce the inspiration for the idea and concept of her
integrated casting design.
She mentioned the support from Professor Owens on the idea and various research materials.
Professor Owens also gave a short speech, pointing out the current controversy in the academic
community and the future direction of the market.
Finally, Joyce opened her laptop and connected the projection device.
On the large screen, a spectacular 3D car graphic was presented. It could show all the details of the
design in all directions.
At the bottom, Professor Owens' gaze was full of appreciation.
Juanita had been busy taking notes, feeling that she could learn so much from Joyce, which would be
of great help to her future work.
Only Shelly kept spinning her pen in boredom to pass the time.
In fact, she was jealous of Joyce's talent. But inside she was extremely reluctant to admit it.
The only thing on her mind was how to kill Joyce, and without Joyce and with Professor Owens taking
her in, she would finally have her time. This way, she would have enough face in the Warner family.
Just as Joyce was going deeper into the presentation.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted her.
Juanita got up and went to the door.
The visitor was Casey's special assistant, the head of the automotive project group.
He looked out of breath and anxious, his usual calm completely gone at the time.
Luther knew something was definitely wrong, and with a stern look on his face, he asked, "What's Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
wrong?"
"Luther," Casey said, "The Ballard group just released an integrated automotive casting design and it
was identical to ours!"