NovelEnglishJoyce wrapped her arms around her chest and waited for Otis to speak.
"Tonight | had the pleasure of seeing Ms. Knowles throwing darts like a champ. | couldn't help but be reminded of something |
heard a few days ago at a dinner party in the International Exhibition Center. The younger Mr. Walsh of Blue Maple got his hand
pierced by a dinner fork and was taken to the hospital by ambulance on the spot." Otis said while surveying Joyce with a shrewd
gaze.
"It just gavea very familiar feeling. It looks just like it would take someone like Ms. Knowles to do such a thing."
"l did it."
Joyce shrugged her shoulders and readily admitted it.
"Haha, Ms. Knowles is so brave to admit it straight away."
Otis laughed brightly.
"There's nothing to hide. Besides, if | say no, will Mr. Robertson believe me?" Joyce looked at Otis, "What, does Mr. Robertson want
to go tell the brothers?"
Otis snorted, his eyes full of disdain, "Blue Maple is just a small business, and it's not even worth mentioning. Why would | even
bother to tell them myself? What | want to say is, after that incident, you were surrounded by a group of gangsters in the garage,
so do you think it was the brothers?"
"lI don't know who it is and don't want to just say things without evidence." Joyce shrugged, "Mr. Robertson is so well-informed. You
didn't attend the dinner party and yet he knew everything about it."
Otis was actually quite dangerous, and it seemed that he was also secretly investigating everything about her.
She would have to be more careful in the future.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Of course | have to watch out for you. How can | sit back and do nothing when someone is bullying you?" A hint of ruthlessness
passed through Otis's eyes.
"They can't bully me, Mr. Robertson. Please don’t worry about it" Joyce didn't appreciate it.
"You can't say that. | heard that the situation of the younger Mr. Walsh is pretty serious. Stendons in his hand have been
damaged, and it would be difficult to recover from that later. | don’t think they can just sit back and do nothing. Who knows what
else they will do. Ms. Knowles still has to be careful." Otis cautioned.
Joyce raised her eyebrows.
The younger Mr. Walsh must have molested so many girls with those hands and he might be a slightly human being without them.
"Mr. Robertson, you really don’t need to bother with my business." She said coldly.
"Eh, your business is my business. | gave you my word that | would show my sincerity, and you'll see." Otis stared straight at her,
not taking his eyes off her.
Joyce didn't know exactly what he meant in his words, but she was annoyed and didn't want to deal with him anymore.
She reached out and pointed ahead.
"Mr. Robertson, your wife is there, and she's the heroine of the evening."
Not far away, Charlotte entered the ballroom again, and she had changed into a red dress.
Just now, she was obviously dwarfed by that Zora and she was so upset that she deliberately picked a bright red dress to show her
identity as the host of the night.
She had a black silk scarf tied around the top of her neck.
When she looked in the mirror just now, she noticed that on her neck, two horrible bruises were left by Luther, and she had to use
a silk scarf to cover it up.
Now she was back to the ballroom.
Charlotte put on a fake smile and socialized among the celebrities and wives.
"So what if you're the heroine?" Otis looked disdainful. He picked up a glass of red wine, put it in his hand and played with it. Finally
he took a sip, "it's just up to me, actually."
"Oh, Mr. Robertson is funny. Charlotte is the daughter of the famous Heath family." Joyce tried to know more about them, "You said
it like you can do anything just as you please and that you can make all the decisions about her."
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