She didn’t want Otis to get to Luther all because of her.

Perhaps, whenever it came to the most critical moment, instinctively, she would want to protect him.

It was ridiculous yet pathetic.

She could never, ever let go of him.

The more dangerous it was, the clearer she could be inside.

Four years on, she hadn't changed a bit.

"Is that so? In that case, it's all the more reason for us to be allies.” "And, I know what you want.” Otis looked around deliberately and lowered his voice, "Want evidence of Charlotte's guilt, don't you? Then you've come to the right person. Baby, I have everything you want, and it's up to you, to satisfy me."

Joyce's long eyebrows tightened and she was extremely disgusted by his ambiguous words.

Did Otis mean that the evidence of Charlotte's guilt was hidden in this villa?

to be dawn. Be good and try to get some rest

made a sudden effort and pushed her

her legs, and she could not move at

her, he unbuttoned his shirt

as if to prolong this pleasure

off his shirt and casually dropped it on the floor, revealing the strong muscles

his belt and pulled it straight out. He looked wicked enough,

held her breath, her heart

just like a cheetah that would pounce at her and devour her at any

chest rise and fall sharply, and watching the

him all the

"Baby, I'm coming.”

frenzied voice, he leaned down

at this moment, felt that her heart

closed her eyes as Otis came up at

for her, and if she had just made the

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