Otis kept considering Joyce, the amazement in his eyes unconcealed. She was simply too beautiful. Average women simply could not manage the dignified burgundy color. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Yet for the enchanting and domineering woman in front of him, the burgundy color only added to her sexiness.

At the moment, next to Otis were three other men, all around forty to fifty years old.

Otis was not wearing his military uniform today. Instead he wore a dark blue suit, and he looked less aggressive this way.

The table was right next to a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and outside was a dark night. Prosperous neon lights were flashing like a sea of stars.

They had in front of them some chips and a black deck of cards. They seemed to be playing Texas Holdem.

"Yo, Mr. Robertson, who is this beautiful lady?" One of the men asked. "Ms. Knowles, let me introduce you."

Otis pulled out the seat closest to him and gestured for Joyce to sit down.

slightly away from Otis and sat down. She threw the Drill buckle handbag on top of the table, elegantly folded her legs, and rested one hand on top of the other arm. She looked cool

had all widened their

to

Robertson sure liked her, and she

introduced, "This is

Hughes, and he looked slightly older than

Clark from the charity party,” Otis pointed to

man in a special navy-blue uniform, "This is Mr. Moore of

gave a slight nod, "Senator Hughes, Mr. Clark,

swept across

all the fake smiles on his

of the charity party was short and lewd-looking. He did not seem too old, but with all the wrinkles

was perhaps the most powerful one among these people. He was expressionless, but there seemed to be

actually a whole table

actually all

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