Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 846 Betrayal 

“Hey, don’t be so harsh on her. Isn’t she skilled at charming men? She did manage to attract a wealthy

man, after all. Once her husband opens his wallet, she can be whoever she wants, right?”

“Look at Heather. This fool is still defending her for a free meal?”

“There’s never a shortage of deceivers and fools in this world. Cherise is a deceiver, and Heather is a

fool!”

Cherise’s colleagues would not stop throwing malicious comments at her. Each word felt like knives

mercilessly piercing her heart,

She took a deep breath, left the crowd, and walked purposefully towards Mr. Whitlock’s office.

Mr. Whitlock knows I didn’t plagiarize the article. All he has to do is compare the time I submitted my

manuscript to him with when the accuser’s paper was published. Then, the truth would be revealed,

wouldn’t it?

Filled with hope, Cherise arrived at the entrance of Mr. Whitlock’s office.

The door was slightly ajar. Cherise raised her hand to knock but paused when she heard Mr. Whitlock’s

voice from inside the office. “If you provide evidence that your client wrote this paper before Cherise,

we will apologize to her. This is our oversight. We should be more rigorous and not allow people like

Cherise, who rely on plagiarism, to wander around in academia.”

Cherise pursed her lips and pushed open the door, unable to tolerate it any longer. “Mr. Whitlock, what

did you say? Can you repeat that?”

Mr. Whitlock did not expect someone to barge in suddenly. He turned to the door impatiently. “Who

gave you permission to come in? Get out…”

However, Mr. Whitlock’s voice abruptly disappeared. He stared in disbelief at Cherise standing at the Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

door, asking awkwardly, “Che… Cherise, why are you here?”

Didn’t Damien say she wouldn’t be coming to work today? How could this be?

“If I hadn’t come to work, how would I have heard my most trusted superior admitting that I plagiarized

someone’s work?”

After saying this, she calmly walked to the table and glanced at the so–called ‘evidence.‘

It was proof of the creation time, showing that the research paper had been on the computer of a

woman named Yolanda Weiss for three weeks. The other document was issued by Mr. Whitlock,

proving that Cherise’s article had only been written a week and a half ago.

Locking at these two so–called proofs, Cherise smirked coldly.

Mr. Whitlock issued a certificate stating that my article was given to him a week and a half ago. But I

gave it to him three weeks ago! What did he say at that time?

He told me to extensively research it and take it back to revise and polish it. Then, I went back and

made the necessary revisions, polishing my work.

Ultimately, Mr. Whitlock recorded the last time I gave him the paper as the completion time. This wasn’t

a mistake; it was intentional!

With that in mind, Cherise snorted and looked at Mr. Whitlock. “Is this the kind of proof you can come

up with?”

Mr. Whitlock turned his face away, seemingly guilty. “Cherise, I know it’s difficult for you to admit to

plagiarism. But I’m only stating the facts. The time submitted the paper is stated here as proof. I would

never fabricate the truth for personal gain.”

“Furthermore, we have always maintained a positive relationship and there is no ill will between us. I

have no motive to single you out. Therefore, I will honestly disclose the time you submitted the paper.

There is no reason for me to fabricate it!”

Having expressed this, he directed his attention to the gentleman next to him. “Mr. Zeller, kindly inform

Ms. Weiss that this was an error on our institute’s part. I will personally discuss the matter with the

director and ensure that he signs a long–term contract with Ms. Weiss.”