Chapter 854

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.

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.

Joyce did not refuse. She just pulled the chair 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 and charming.

The men had all widened their eyes.

But because Otis was present, they didn't dare to really do anything

and could only salivate inwardly.

Since she was invited by Mr. Robertson, then Mr. Robertson sure liked

her, and she was certainly not something they could think about.

Otis introduced, "This is Parliament Senator Hughes."

So the one who just asked Otis about Joyce was Senator Hughes, and

he looked slightly older than any other men his age.

"This is Mr. Clark from the charity party,” Otis pointed to a short man

and said.

Then he pointed to a man in a special navy-blue uniform, "This is Mr.

Moore of the Military Intelligence Agency.”

Joyce gave a slight nod, "Senator Hughes, Mr. Clark, Mr. Moore, good

evening."

Her shrewd eyes swept across the crowd around her.

Senator Hughes looked old and shrewd with all the fake smiles on his

face, typical of politicians.

Mr. Clark of the charity party was short and lewd-looking. He did not

seem too old, but with all the wrinkles on his face, he must have

indulged himself in sex for quite some time.

The last, Mr. Moore, with his special identity, was perhaps the most

powerful one among these people. He was expressionless, but there

seemed to be some imperceptible thoughts in that pair of narrow eyes

of his.

So she was looking at actually a whole table of creepy beings.

It was actually all politicians within Otis's circle.

Well, so it was true that like attracted like

Joyce sneered in her mind.

Finally, Otis introduced her to the group, “This is Ms. Knowles from JK

Intelligence. Don't estimate Ms. Knowles just because she is a woman.

She is a true genius when it comes to artificial intelligence.”

"Oh, so it's the partner for Mr. Robertson's new project.”

Mr. Clark kept looking at Joyce, and he couldn't hide his admiration in

his eyes, "I didn't expect a woman as beautiful as Ms. Knowles could

be so smart.”

"It's the first time I've seen a woman in such a business." Mr. Moore

spoke coldly, "Perhaps, Ms. Knowles, we can also have the opportunity

to work together.”

If Ms. Knowles has any cutting-edge technologies, I want to open my

eyes as well."

Joyce laughed. Military Intelligence Agency? Wasn't it just an

organization of spies? Of course they would need to use artificial

intelligence.