NovelEnglish"Ms. Knowles, here we are, please!" Otis held out his hand, gentlemanly trying to help Joyce out of the car.
Unexpectedly, Joyce pretended not to see his gesture, and opened the door on the other side and got out of the car herself. She
then closed the door again behind her.
It was completely dark, but the flashing neon lights illuminated the place as if it were still daytime.
She looked up at the gorgeous building in front of her.
It was almost covered with neon lights. Thousands of flashing lights made it almost impossible for her to see its original
appearance. The n"Nine Up", under the refraction of incandescent lights, shot right through the darkness.
Although Joyce had never been to the Capital and usually did not hang out much, she wasn’t stupid enough to think it was a
restaurant. It was certainly a nightclub.
Otis walked up to her at this point, "Con, Ms. Knowles, let's go inside."
Joyce looked around, but did not hesitate to follow Otis directly into the bar.
The décor inside was beyond luxurious.
She had been to Felix's "DeNox", which was more of a chill bar, more neat and less crazy.
And this place was all about alcohol and women.
Along the way, she saw several girls dressed in clothes that could barely cover any of their bodies, and each of them was held by a
heavy-jowled man. She heard sflirty words and apparently, they were heading for a private box. The girls had hardly anything
left to covered their bodies and the men were laughing wildly and lasciviously.
What an obscene sight.
This was the best place for women to fall and men to burn their notes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Robertson, | have booked the entire top floor for you." Eugene walked up, opened the exclusive elevator to the top floor, and
invited Otis and Joyce inside. Then, he closed the elevator.
Soon, Joyce arrived at the so-called top floor, and there were several rooms in front of them.
They entered one of them.
The room was not really a big one. There was a u-shaped sofa, which would be enough for twenty people, a long coffee table, on
which there were all kinds of snacks, fruits, melon nuts, and a dazzling variety of wines.
Joyce snorted, "Mr. Robertson, didn't you say you were hungry? And you want to have dinner? Is this the place where you will
usually have dinner?"
Otis tossed the briefcase in his hand onto the sofa as he sat down. He leaned back entirely, his arms resting on the back of the
sofa, and smiled evilly, "With wine and women, isn't this the best dinner ever?"
"Oh. Mr. Robertson is not going to talk about business tonight?" Joyce raised her eyebrows, with the intention of leaving in her
mind.
She had at least got something today. She had heard what Otis said on the phone in the car and knew something about what
happened four years ago.
Since Otis had no intention to sign a contract with her, it might be tfor her to leave.
"In that case, we can sign another day." She turned to leave.
"Wait, Ms. Knowles, don't rush off just yet." Otis spoke leisurely, and he gave Eugene a wink.
Eugene extended an arm in the doorway to stop Joyce.
"Ms. Knowles, please stay."
"Look, I've brought all the contracts." Otis took out a thick stack of contracts from his briefcase and threw them on the coffee table.
He smiled leisurely, "Whether we will sign them or not, however, it would be up to you, Ms. Knowles."
He suddenly sneered and said word by word, "You think I will let you go that easily?"
Joyce turned around.
She put on a stunningly beautiful smile, "Mr. Robertson, what makes you think that | didn't cprepared?”
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