Chapter 815

"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."

Joyce looked around, but did not hesitate to follow Otis directly into the

bar.

The décor inside was beyond luxurious.

She had been to Felix's "DeNox", which was more of a chill bar, more

neat and less crazy.

And this place was all about alcohol and women.

Along the way, she saw several girls dressed in clothes that could

barely cover any of their bodies, and each of them was held by a

heavy-jowled man. She heard some flirty words and apparently, they

were heading for a private box. The girls had hardly anything left to

covered their bodies and the men were laughing wildly and lasciviously.

What an obscene sight.

This was the best place for women to fall and men to burn their notes.

"Mr. Robertson, I have booked the entire top floor for you." Eugene

walked up, opened the exclusive elevator to the top floor, and invited

Otis and Joyce inside. Then, he closed the elevator.

Soon, Joyce arrived at the so-called top floor, and there were several

rooms in front of them.

They entered one of them.

The room was not really a big one. There was a u-shaped sofa, which

would be enough for twenty people, a long coffee table, on which there

were all kinds of snacks, fruits, melon nuts, and a dazzling variety of

wines.

Joyce snorted, "Mr. Robertson, didn't you say you were hungry? And

you want to have dinner? Is this the place where you will usually have

dinner?"

Otis tossed the briefcase in his 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 and women, isn't this the best dinner ever?"

"Oh. Mr. Robertson is not going to talk about business tonight?" Joyce

raised her eyebrows, with the intention of leaving in her mind.

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

the phone in the car and knew something about what happened four

years ago.

Since Otis had no intention to sign a contract with her, it might be time

for her to leave.

“In that case, we can sign another day." She turned to leave.

"Wait, Ms. Knowles, don't rush off just yet." Otis spoke leisurely, and he

gave Eugene a wink.

Eugene extended an arm in the doorway to stop Joyce.

"Ms. Knowles, please stay."

“Look, I've brought all the contracts.” Otis took out a thick stack of

contracts from his briefcase and threw them on the coffee table. He

smiled leisurely, "Whether we will sign them or not, however, it would

be up to you, Ms. Knowles."

He suddenly sneered and said word by word, "You think I will let you go

that easily?"

Joyce turned around.

She put on a stunningly beautiful smile, "Mr. Robertson, what makes

you think that I didn't come prepared?"