The dazzling light shone directly into his eyes. Ning Yi raised his hand to block it, but he could not block the disdainful glances from all directions. He stood in the middle of the reception, his suit and leather shoes shining on his back. On the projection screen, forged documents clearly displayed his "evidence of guilt".
"After verification, Ning Yi took advantage of his position to steal company secrets and falsify transaction records, causing Zhou Group a loss of more than 200 million yuan..." The cold voice of the host echoed throughout the venue.
Ning Yi suddenly turned his head and looked at the two people standing side by side on the stage - his wife Su Meng, and his best friend Zhou Minghui. Su Meng was dressed in a red dress and looked stunning, but her eyes no longer had the tenderness of the past, only the biting indifference remained. Zhou Minghui's suit was neat, and his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses shone with victory.
"Why?" Ning Yi's lips trembled and his voice was hoarse.
Zhou Minghui took the phone, sighed, and said with a heartbroken expression: "Ning Yi, I regard you as a brother, but I never thought you would do such a thing. The evidence is conclusive, so you should plead guilty."
