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?

dawn. Be good and try to get some rest before dawn so I can let you rest for

and pushed her

legs, and she could

he unbuttoned his shirt

this pleasure of controlling everything, tormenting the prey, and enjoying

it on the floor,

his belt and pulled it straight out.

her breath, her heart

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

watching her chest rise and fall sharply, and watching the clear veins on

made him all the

"Baby, I'm coming.”

frenzied voice, he leaned down and pressed

Joyce, at this moment, felt

her eyes as Otis came

for her, and if she had just made the move earlier, with Otis’ speed,

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