The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 164 The Final Match

Even the company's employees felt that way, so what the outsiders thought was beyond question.

Rumors did not require evidence. It was an easy thing for people to say that she cheated.

Yet, it was incredibly difficult for her to prove herself right.

Susan could not help but feel upset. She did not do anything, yet the title of bribery was forced onto her. If the matter continued to grow worse, it would even affect Julian and Lanyard Construction.

Susan bit her lips and texted Julian, "Julian, I'm sorry. I think I affected the company."

Susan felt a little melancholic.

She felt that, now that her identity as Julian's wife was exposed, she should consider quitting her job at Lanyard.

With that identity, anything that she planned to do in the future would be overanalyzed and distorted. And, eventually, Julian’s reputation would be affected too.

However, she really just wanted to focus on being a good interior designer.

Julian’s response was quick, “Don't worry, I'm here."

Susan looked at her screen and bit her lower lip.

She did not doubt Julian's ability to resolve the situation.

However, this incident really made her doubt herself.

Perhaps Julian could solve it once or twice for her.

However, how about the third and fourth time?

She could not possibly rely on him to debunk the rumors every single time, right?

She did not do anything, yet her identity as Julian's wife alone could push her to the center of attention.

On one side was her passion, and on the other was her family. Was it really impossible to balance her identities? 1

Just as Susan was thinking to herself, Julian had already begun giving instructions.

He could have easily deleted all the threads, but this would only prove the rumors right. He did not actually care about the impact of this incident on the reputation of the company. Instead, he was more worried about its impact on Susan's future career development.

"We can't just let them talk over us. Get some people to support Susan in the threads. At least make it look like a fair debate.”

"Contact the Notary Public, and tell them to check the votes immediately!" "And..."

Once Julian gave his instructions, everyone got to work immediately.

A secretary said hesitantly, "Mr. Shaw, actually... This incident started because of what Mr. Reed said. If we can ask him to say something about it, it may be more effective than any other method.”

"I know,” Julian frowned.

He, too, knew that the best solution would be asking Jojen to say something.

But, Jojen was known for being stubborn. Instead of cooperating, he might even make things worse.

After all, Jojen did not have to care about Lanyard's power.

Just when Julian was considering this option, the door opened.

Someone walked in excitedly, "Mr. Shaw, the matter is resolved! We don't need the emergency public relations department anymore.”

"Hm?" Julian raised his brows questioningly.

"Mr. Reeds, Mr. Reeds said something!" the person explained hurriedly.

"Mr. Reeds?” Julian was surprised and quickly opened the forum.

Jojen posted a sentence.

A very simple one.

"Susan is the most talented designer I’ve ever met in the past 10 years."

Within seconds, the post was viewed countless times and comments flooded the screen.

"Is that really Mr. Reeds?”

"Didn't you see the blue tick? It must be him!”

"Come and get an autograph!"

After expressing their surprise at seeing a new post from Jojen, the crowd began discussing the matter.

"Didn't Mr. Reeds criticize Susan really harshly last time? Why is she suddenly the most talented designer?”

"Needless to say, the organizer must’ve asked him to say something."

"I don't think so. Since when did Mr. Reeds ever conform to any figure of power? Besides, Mr. Reeds’ status is invincible. Even Lanyard Construction cannot force him to do anything.”

"Then what's the reason?”

As everyone began talking about the reason behind the change in Jojen's attitude, the votes did not seem t o matter anymore.

Julian squinted his eyes - he was also a little surprised by Jojen's words.

But, regardless of the reason, it was best that Mr.

Reeds said something.

Julian continued to give instructions, "No need to arrange Susan's supporters anymore. Just let the discussion grow by itself. Meanwhile, get the Notary Public to do a thorough check on the votes. Before 8 p m tomorrow, I want to see the final result."

"Yes." Everyone got back to work.

In the office, Susan was also a little surprised by Jojen's post.

She had never imagined that he would be the first one to speak up for her.

Susan hesitated and texted Jojen, "Thank you, Mr. Reeds."

Susan did not expect a reply, but after a few minutes, she got a text back, "Good luck in the final match.”

"Good luck in the final match," Susan repeated to herself, grinning like an idiot.

Jojen personally wished her luck - did it mean that she was still quite talented?

Her melancholic emotions vanished. Susan regained her motivation.

Soon, it was the next day.

7 am.

Susan looked at the mirror and took a deep breath.

It was the final step.

At this point, she did not care about the ranking anymore. She just wanted to show Jojen how much she had improved.

"It’s about time, let’s go," Julian turned off his laptop.

Julian was also one of the judges for the final round, s o he would also be there.

"Are we going to go together?” Susan was a little hesitant, "Isn’t that a little too high-key?"

Would it not be another chance for people to frame them for cheating?

Julian raised his eyebrows, "Do you think they won't know that you’re my wife just because you keep it low-key?”

Susan blinked.

Julian's logic was so right that she had nothing to say.

In the car, Susan kept on telling Julian, "Julian, when you guys vote, you must not vote for me, okay? If not, they'll call it a fraud again.”

Julian was nonchalant about it, but Susan could not tell if he agreed.

About half an hour later, the two of them arrived at the stadium hand in hand.

Immediately, everyone's gaze was on them.

Then, the crowd started whispering among themselves.

Susan felt a little uncomfortable, but Julian was very relaxed. He kissed Susan's forehead and said, "The judges are going to have a meeting before the match, s o I will go backstage first. See you later."

"Okay," Susan did not expect him to kiss her in the public, so she could not help but blush a little.

Once Julian left, everyone crowded around her.

"Susan, you must know the theme for today's competition right? Spill a little?"

"Yeah, you're Mr. Shaw’s wife, so you must know what it is."

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Susan could not help but smile bitterly, "Sorry, I'm just as clueless as you guys."

“Susan, don’t be so selfish." A fairly good-looking young man said sarcastically, "With your identity as M r. Shaw’s wife, the champion's seat is already reserved for you. If you're going to cheat, at least give us some benefits."

Susan frowned and looked at the man. His name was Andrew Lawrence — he was the one who overtook her on the final day of the voting match and became the top contender.