Joyce just sat there motionlessly.

Although she felt so disgusted with Otis" hand on the back of her hand, she did not rush to move him away.

She turned over slightly and eyed Otis sternly with a hint of sophisticated provocation.

She could feel the calluses on his palm, and judging from it thickness and roughness, she thought he must have practiced shooting for more than ten years. He should be quite good at shooting then, and he should have been quite familiar with sniper rifles.

This Mr. Robertson, she judged, was not someone she could deal with easily.

Compared to Ricky, Otis was obviously on a different level. Ricky was just vicious and ruthless, while Otis was not only vicious and ruthless but also shrewd, cunning and sophisticated.

of the Heaths, Otis was certainly not the way he was right now,

be extremely well

disgusting man in front of her was

to deal with him, and she could

few people could look straight at him for so long without feeling afraid. "What? What do you want?" Otis asked with interest. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

think I'm missing?" Joyce finally jerked her hand

confidence, or more

money, beauty, and ability.” Otis leaned back against the couch lazily, "But I'm sure there must be

Joyce did not deny either, “I want

it, how do

was increasingly interested in Joyce. From the time she entered the door, until just now, in fact, he was

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