Chapter 818

"Excuse me. I don't drink." Joyce smiled lightly.

The stagnant atmosphere became a little awkward.

After all, Otis had finished his glass of wine, and Joyce did not even

have a sip of it.

Otis was a little embarrassed.

Eugene was right next to her, trying to speak up and remind Joyce not

to be so insensible.

But when he opened his mouth, he finally thought better of it. After all,

he was just defeated by her, so what qualifications did he even have to

speak to her like that.

Moreover, he was truly convinced after what happened just now.

As the awkwardness continued, a shrill voice of a woman rang out.

Before they could even see her, they had all heard her.

"Mr. Robertson, why didn't you call me when you came?"

Immediately afterwards, a woman wearing a super short skirt walked in.

She was dressed in an enchantingly sexy way, revealing her slender

lengthy legs.

The woman, with delicate makeup painted on her face, walked directly

to Otis and sat down next to him. She then wrapped her soft snow-

white arms around his arm, pouting, “You haven't called me these days.

Are you that busy? I've been thinking about you every day.”

Joyce glanced at the woman who came in. She looked so familiar, and

must be a cover girl somewhere. She must have seen the face before.

She tried her best to think about it, and finally remembered that she

was the famous car model, Silas.

She really didn't know much about movie stars and supermodels, since

she didn't care.

However, since she was previously exposed to car design, she was

more or less familiar with car models.

She didn’t expect that even the famous model Silas would become a

plaything of Otis.

Joyce shook her head gently, a touch of disdain on her face.

She glanced at Otis. In fact, this man had got a pretty decent face, and

with all his experience he could be quite charming in a unique way.

Well, women just loved bad boys. Moreover, he had a monstrous power

and an unparalleled fame.

There were naturally a lot of women who would come for him.

Only, none of these could explain why Charlotte was willing to marry

such a man.

Inside, there must be a reason.

Joyce's eyes rested on Otis's phone on the desktop. She thought if she

could hack his phone, perhaps there would be some important gains.

But it was too early to do such a thing right now. She must wait for the

right opportunity.

Only after Silas entered the box did she notice Joyce.

Joyce's beauty instantly rang alarm bells in her mind. She knew that

although there was never shortage of women around Mr. Robertson,

she was always his favorite and among all the women she spent the

longest time with him.

However, the woman in front of her had a special kind of beauty. She

had a wild temperament, an unruly expression, and a demonic

appearance.

She knew in her heart that it was exactly what Mr. Robertson wanted.

No, she absolutely could not let the woman steal her man and take her

place.

This woman must be driven away, immediately, and she must not be

allowed to seduce Mr. Robertson any longer.

"Mr. Robertson, who is she again?" Silas puffed up his red lips in

discontent and jealousy, "You haven't called me for the past few days,

have you been with her?"

Otis narrowed his eyes, and he seemed slightly impatient.

"Mr. Robertson." Silas didn't notice Otis's displeasure. Instead, she

shook Otis's arm hard and pretended to be angry, "She can't as pretty

as I am, right? Mr. Robertson, I haven't seen you for a while, and I don't

want her to get in our way. Why not just get her out of here."

Otis’ face got even more gloomy.