She said we didn't finish until nearly midnight and that Matthew was the one who drove me home.
"What's going on? He drove Wyatt home. How could he not know what Wyatt did that night?" someone in the crowd muttered.
"Honestly, I thought Wyatt was guilty!" another coworker sneered.
"Good thing Wyatt has a sharp memory. Otherwise, he'd be in serious trouble," someone else chimed in.
The mocking voices of our coworkers reached Matthew's ears, and his expression grew more and more grim.
I watched him with a cold, sarcastic smile.
In my past life, I was so desperate to prove my innocence that I overlooked a lot of important details.
Now, I could see that all it was lack of evidence.
That client was incredibly difficult, and it took us a long time to close the deal.
The dinner went late into the night. I was so drunk that I could barely stand, let alone take another woman to a hotel.
All eyes were on Matthew. He stammered for a while but couldn't come up with a single excuse.
If he said even one wrong word, his job would be in jeopardy.
Seeing this, Sophia suddenly lay on the floor, clutching her stomach and crying out in pain.