You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"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 name "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, "Come on, Ms. Knowles, let's go inside."

looked around, but did not hesitate

décor inside

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this place was all about alcohol

held by a heavy-jowled man. She heard some flirty words and apparently, they were heading for a private box. The

burn their notes. "Mr. Robertson, I have booked the entire top floor for you." Eugene walked up,

at the so-called top floor, and

entered one of

people, a long coffee table,

you were hungry? And you want to have dinner? Is this

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

had at least got something today. She had heard what Otis said on the phone

no intention to sign a contract with her, it might be time for her