Chapter 876

Joyce wrapped her arms around her chest and waited for Otis to speak.

“Tonight I had the pleasure of seeing Ms. Knowles throwing darts like a

champ. I couldn't help but be reminded of something I heard a few days

ago at a dinner party in the International Exhibition Center. The younger

Mr. Walsh of Blue Maple got his hand pierced by a dinner fork and was

taken to the hospital by ambulance on the spot.” Otis said while

surveying Joyce with a shrewd gaze.

“It just gave me a very familiar feeling. It looks just like it would take

someone like Ms. Knowles to do such a thing."

“I did it."

Joyce shrugged her shoulders and readily admitted it.

"Haha, Ms. Knowles is so brave to admit it straight away."

Otis laughed brightly.

"There's nothing to hide. Besides, if I say no, will Mr. Robertson believe

me?" Joyce looked at Otis, "What, does Mr. Robertson want to go tell

the brothers?"

Otis snorted, his eyes full of disdain, "Blue Maple is just a small

business, and it's not even worth mentioning. Why would I even bother

to tell them myself? What I want to say is, after that incident, you were

surrounded by a group of gangsters in the garage, so do you think it

was the brothers?"

“I don't know who it is and don’t want to just say things without

evidence.” Joyce shrugged, "Mr. Robertson is so well-informed. You

didn't attend the dinner party and yet he knew everything about it."

Otis was actually quite dangerous, and it seemed that he was also

secretly investigating everything about her.

She would have to be more careful in the future.

"Of course I have to watch out for you. How can I sit back and do

nothing when someone is bullying you?" A hint of ruthlessness passed

through Otis's eyes.

"They can't bully me, Mr. Robertson. Please don't worry about it" Joyce

didn't appreciate it.

“You can't say that. I heard that the situation of the younger Mr. Walsh

is pretty serious. Some tendons in his hand have been damaged, and it

would be difficult to recover from that later. I don’t think they can just sit

back and do nothing. Who knows what else they will do. Ms. Knowles

still has to be careful.” Otis cautioned.

Joyce raised her eyebrows.

The younger Mr. Walsh must have molested so many girls with those

hands and he might be a slightly human being without them.

"Mr. Robertson, you really don't need to bother with my business.” She

said coldly.

"Eh, your business is my business. I gave you my word that I would

show my sincerity, and you'll see.” Otis stared straight at her, not taking

his eyes off her.

Joyce didn't know exactly what he meant in his words, but she was

annoyed and didn't want to deal with him anymore.

She reached out and pointed ahead.

"Mr. Robertson, your wife is there, and she's the heroine of the

evening."

Not far away, Charlotte entered the ballroom again, and she had

changed into a red dress.

Just now, she was obviously dwarfed by that Zora and she was so

upset that she deliberately picked a bright red dress to show her

identity as the host of the night.

She had a black silk scarf tied around the top of her neck.

When she looked in the mirror just now, she noticed that on her neck,

two horrible bruises were left by Luther, and she had to use a silk scarf

to cover it up.

Now she was back to the ballroom.

Charlotte put on a fake smile and socialized among the celebrities and

wives.

"So what if you're the heroine?" Otis looked disdainful. He picked up a

glass of red wine, put it in his hand and played with it. Finally he took a

sip, "it's just up to me, actually.”

"Oh, Mr. Robertson is funny. Charlotte is the daughter of the famous

Heath family.” Joyce tried to know more about them, “You said it like

you can do anything just as you please and that you can make all the

decisions about her."