NovelEnglishAnd how could she ever put on guard when she was with Justin?
Justin was once someone she could trust unconditionally.
She raised her eyes, and a layer of dense mist could be seen in her watery eyes, "Mr. Henderson ..."
To her surprise, he now sided with her enemy.
For sreason he could not understand, when he saw her miserable expression, Justin actually felt terrible and hesitant.
He finally made the decision and stood up, "Good-bye, Ms. Knowles, and enjoy your meal."
Why should he be soft-hearted, when the woman in front of him was not even half related to him? She was just a substitute that
Luther had found, and even to Joyce, she was simply a joke.
He only wanted to use Otis and hit Luther hard, so he didn't hesitate when Otis made his request.
In order to achieve his goal, he would do whatever it took and would never stop.
Joyce's legs were getting weak, she felt weak all over, and she couldn't hold up anymore and fell back into the chair.
Her eyes finally rested on the red wine.
There was something wrong with the wine.
However cautious she might be, she did not expect that she would be betrayed by Justin.
She could never have dreamed of it.
To Justin, she was just a woman he didn't know, an outsider, and a woman he could use at will for his own purposes. He had
changed, he had gone mad and he was no longer the Justin she knew.
The door of the compartment was pushed open, and the cold wind blowed in.
She reluctantly looked sideways to see the man at the door, and it was Otis in his military uniform, and the stars on his shoulders
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And his bright boots were approaching towards her step by step.
Joyce looked up at Justin, and her lips were slightly open, as if she was asking for help.
She must not fall into Otis's hands at a tlike this.
Justin was about to leave and he paused. Why did she look a little strage?
The desperation in her eyes stung him hard, and in that moment, he even regretted it.
Otis walked over and gently patted Justin's arm, "Mr. Henderson, good job. Don't worry. | just want to have a nice dinner with Ms.
Knowles."
Justin nodded gently and didn't think any more about it. He glanced back at Zora, then ruthlessly, turned his head and left in stride.
And the door closed again.
Otis slowly approached Joyce with a shady smile on his face, "Ms. Knowles, you look so beautiful tonight."
He leaned in close to her, his hot breath spraying on the side of her neck, his fingers brushing her cheek teasingly, "Hey, it's too
hard to ask you out to dinner, so | just have to do this. | hope you don’t mind"
Joyce struggled to shake her head, and her eyes were increasingly blurry.
Hell! Just asking her to dinner?
So what was going on right now? Justin drank the wine too and he was just fine, so there must be something wrong with her glass
of wine. Or, the waiter who cin just now was probably sent by Otis.
Justin should not have known what Otis had put in her glass.
Damn.
She tried to resist, but she felt so powerless.
"I see you don't seem to be feeling too well. How about | carry you to the couch and you can have a rest?" Otis grinned
triumphantly.
He bent down and picked her up horizontally.
At this point, Joyce's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and gradually she could no longer open them.
She could only hear Otis' ghostly and sinister voice.
She fell helplessly into Otis's arms, her hands were slowly dropping, and finally she was completely unconscious ...
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