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.

the way he was right now, otherwise he could not have been approved by the

must be extremely well

man in front

judged that it would not be easy to deal with him, and she could not

her eyes as sharp as a sword, and he had even more appreciation for this woman. Only very few people could look straight at him for so long without feeling afraid.

missing?" Joyce finally jerked her hand away and

or more precisely, with

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

not deny either, “I want

don't say it, how do you know

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

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