Joanne found nothing from the trip with Shawn.

They visited the retired policeman who had managed the case of Brian's father. The old man said he was impressed about the case, because everyone was very sorry about his death.

The police did suspect the cause of the accident, but the investigation was carried out step by step, and every step was as smooth as the program was unlocked, and everything was reasonably explained.

They couldn't find any faults, and Tory's attitude of admitting his mistakes was also very good; he even gave up appealing after the verdict was made.

After Tory was sent to prison, the police was not in charge of him after that. They did not even know when Tory was released.

As for the trace of Tory after being released, no one knew.

Joanne returned with disappointment and met Brian when she arrived at the door.

Brian had just arrived home and handed Joanne's car keys to Winston. Then he asked her, Where have you been?

Joanne answered simply, "I just went out. Right, my brother said that you were going to visit the company's directors today, how did it go?"

"They promised not to sell the company's stock for the time being," Brian said while looking at the thick snow on the ground; then he pulled Joanne's hand. "It's cold outside, come in."

Joanne breathed a sigh of relief, and she followed Brian into the door.

As long as the shareholders still trusted Brian and continued to hold the company's stock, Lambert Group' situation would not be too bad.

Entering the house and changing shoes, Simon walked over and said,"Young Master, Young Madam, Mr. Mu is here."

Wesley sat in the living room and greeted Joanne, then looked at Brian. "Should we go to the study?"

"No," Brian said, taking Joanne's hand and sitting down. "Just say it."

Wesley was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth, "Yuna and I checked the contractor who was interrogated by the police. He was not interrogated thoroughly, but was nervous when asked about the confessions provided to the police."

"Rowdy had something on them and threatened them to push all their responsibilities to Lambert Group." Brian had already guessed and he gradually looked cold. He said, "They would not overturn the confession even if I go to talk to them."

Because Lambert Group was in jeopardy, Brian's status had become very subtle-if he could survive, he would still be the omnipotent god; but if he couldn't, he would be broke and lose his current life.

No one would put his own future on a person whose future was uncertain. At the moment, they were more willing to believe in Rowdy; naturally, they would be controlled by him, and passed the buck to Lambert Group.

Wesley looked worried. He said, "If the police decide based on these confessions that hand all responsibility for this accident to Lambert Group, then..."

Wesley did not finish, but his subtext was well known to everyone.

If the responsibility for the collapse accident was all on Lambert Group, then Brian would not only lose credibility, but the real estate under development and those for sale would all become troubles, like beasts ready counterattack Lambert Group.

Brian would lose his career and everything he had.

A uneasiness spread in Joanne's heart.

Before going to sleep, she was lying in bed for a long time, and could not sleep anyway.

When Brian came back from the study, he saw Joanne holding the quilt and looking at the ceiling. He laid beside her. Joanne snuggled into his arms like a worm, holding his waist tightly.

He was planning to hide everything from her, just because he didn't want to see her worried.

Brian held her tightly. "As long as I find a bank that is willing to lend, I can handle everything. Don't worry, just do what you always do, okay?"

Joanne nodded, and Brian touched her head with satisfaction. He said, "You should sleep now."

"..." Joanne smiled and closed her eyes.

The next day, Brian became busier than before.

He had appeased the partners, and strived to let the company's other businesses go smoothly, so that the company would not be shut down; he was also dealing with the negative impacts of the collapse accidents and the tax evasion, and visiting the loan executives of each bank...

Countless things were pressed on him, and Joanne couldn't help with anything. She could only take care of him after he got home, and cheer him up when he went out the next day.

Of course, she did not forget what she was going to do.

However, Uncle Jiang did not bring good news. He only found that after Tory was released from prison, he changed his name and moved his family registration. As for Tory's current name and where he had moved to, there was no way to find out.

At the moment, they had lost the only clue of his name, and they didn't even know where to start.

So, she could only watch Rowdy go unpunished?

Joanne didn't dare to show her disappointment at home, but at least she didn't need to hide it in front of Shawn.

She rested on the desk and felt as if she were walking in a white fog. She was unable to grasp anything, and could not determine her direction...

A female colleague knocked on the door and said, "Let's have dinner tonight, to introduce my fianc to you."

Joanne was not in the mood, but still squeezed a smile. "OK."

She was in a bad mood and she could not spread it to others.

When she got off work, Joanne had sent a text message to Brian saying that she would like to have dinner with her colleagues. After half an hour, he replied, telling her to have fun, and that he had to go home later.

Unexpectedly, it was actually a five-star restaurant. Shawn smiled and teased his female colleague, "Your fianc is rich."

"Stop it," the female colleague said, giving a sweet smile and slightly pushing Shawn, "He's nothing compared to you."

The group of people was seated in a private room. The female colleague introduced her fianc to everyone. They sweetly held their hands together, which made people very jealous.

Joanne felt inexplicably depressed, and she found an excuse to leave the room. She went to the rooftop garden on the top floor of the hotel.

Maybe it was because of the cold weather, there was no one on the rooftop. She had just happened to find a place to sit, but inadvertently saw a man and woman who were entangled behind the flowers. After faintly hearing the sound, she was stunned and was ready to leave.

She didn't expect to have been discovered. The man in the suit came out to ask her loudly, "Stop! Who are you?"

Joanne turned back and saw a familiar figure following the man out of the flowers-Rosalyn.

She was secretly surprised. Before she said anything, Rosalyn smiled and took the man's hand. "Oscar, she is not some third-rate magazine paparazzi, she's the wife of my former boss."

"Mrs. Lambert?" The man's tight eyebrows went up and apologized, "I am very sorry, I thought you were..."

"It doesn't matter," Joanne interrupted the man, "I shouldn't have bothered you."

She turned around and went downstairs by the elevator. When the elevator door was about to close, a pair of well-maintained hands reached in and the elevator door moved again to both sides.

Rosalyn stepped into the elevator elegantly, looking at Joanne up and down. Do you still have the mood to eat here?

Joanne smiled and said, "When did you start to care about my mood?"

"Hey-" Rosalyn's beautiful and glamorous face was full of disdain, "Don't you want to ask me about the relationship with that man?"

Joannes said calmly, I don't mind about other people's business.

"But, you need to know this thing," Rosalyn stared at Joanne and her eyes started to look fierce, "He has been chasing me for almost a year. I just promised to date him these days. He listened to me very much-Mrs. Lambert, you can remember this."

At that time, the descending elevator door opened, Joanne held down the door and smiled. "If you came to give me the good news, then... congratulations, Miss Rosalyn."

She walked out of the elevator and didn't see a cool smile on Han Ruo's face, which made her look like a snake.

After dinner, everyone wanted to have more fun. Some people proposed to go to the KTV; Joanne declined and everyone understood, so they asked her to drive home safely.

It was past eleven o'clock when Joanne was back at her home. Brian returned in the early hours of the morning. The difference from the past was that he smelled like he had drunk a lot that day.

He was not a person who would drink alcohol to drown his sorrows. So it was mostly due to entertainment.

But she knew that he didn't like to drink. In the past, no one dared to ask him to drink at the dinner table. At that moment, he seemed like he had drunk quite a bit... Joanne couldn't bear to think about it anymore.

Brian no longer moved after he fell onto the bed. Joanne undid his tie and several of his shirt buttons, then took off his shoes. She later patted his face and asked, "Would you like to take a shower?"

Brian put her in his arms as soon as he reached out. "Honey..."

He only called her that way when he was drunk, and at that moment, his voice was filled with infinite fatigue.

Joanne felt so terrible and was trying to put the quilt over him. He suddenly acted like he was looking for a sense of security in her and leaned against her closely, then his tightened eyebrows started to relax.

Joanne finally knew how Brian felt like when he was holding her, so she gently patted his back to appease him. "I am here, just sleep."

She didn't know if he had heard it, but soon he stopped moving, and breathed peacefully.

Joanne could not sleep for a long time.

Insomnia directly led to oversleeping the next day. When Joanne woke up, Brian had already left. A note was left on the bedside. The note with firm handwriting said: 'I went to the company and asked for half-day leave for you. Have some rest.'

Joanne fell back to the bed, but then she decided to get up, and asked Simon to help her prepare ingredients while eating breakfast. Then she was planning to head to the police station and leave lunch for Brian on the way to work; otherwise she would not know when he would have something to eat because of him being so busy.

After the meal was prepared, she put it in an insulated food carrier, then she drove straight to Lambert Group.

Although the media still focused on the Fontine Gardens accident, there were not a large number of reporters stuck at the entrance of the company. Joanne parked the car and took the insulated box upstairs, then ran into Brian and Gavin after getting out of the elevator.

They turned their backs to her and hurried to some place, and she only heard Gavin say to Brian, "I contacted Oscar Evans of Southern Union Bank. He promised to talk to you at the cocktail party the day after tomorrow. I can't feel the sincerity of cooperation by his tone, and I don't know what conditions he will mention."

"Go first..."

Only two words were spoken; Brian's sound suddenly stopped as well as his step.

He turned back without warning-Joanne was exposed to his sight.

She lowered her shoulders for a second and looked disappointed. "I wanted to scare you."

But after all, she clearly did not make any sound. How did Brian know that she was behind him?