Chapter 877

"Sure." Otis didn’t shy away from it.

Joyce froze. She did not expect Otis had the audacity to say straight

out that he could make all the decisions about Charlotte.

"You are funny, Mr. Robertson. Do you think I'm stupid? To the Heath

family, you, Mr. Robertson, are the outsider. How can Mr. Robertson

make all the decision about their daughter. It's not like you have got

some hold over her. That's ridiculous."

Joyce was deliberately trying to irritate Otis, saying that Otis was just

an outsider to the Heath family.

She knew she must have hit him where it hurt the most.

What's more, Otis was originally promoted by Charlotte.

Sure enough, Otis's face immediately turned gloomy and frightening.

In an attempt to get himself out of the embarrassment in front of her, he

said, in an annoyed manner, "You're right. I do have something over

her."

After saying that, he realized that he had said too much and added

sternly, "Just wait and see. Sooner or later, the entire military will be

mine."

Joyce felt shocked. All her guesses had been confirmed.

Just now Otis himself admitted that he had a hold on Charlotte.

She just knew it.

She had always found it strange how Charlotte was so obedient to Otis

and didn't dare to resist. Sure enough, that was the reason.

What kind of leverage could Charlotte have that fell into Otis’ hands?

It must have been four years ago that Otis found out the truth.

She took a deep breath.

The news she learned today had assured her heart a lot.

So far, at least, everything she had done had been right and

worthwhile.

"Mr. Robertson, you're drunk. Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and go

keep your wife company, I need to go now." Joyce straightened up and

walked directly past Otis.

Otis didn't stand in the way. It was Charlotte's birthday party after all.

In front of outsiders, he still needed to maintain his image for the time

being, and he didn’t want to overdo it.

It's just that, after he had seen a woman as special as Zora, he just

could not have any interest in Charlotte at all.

Joyce had just walked out of the ballroom and into the elevator when

she received a call from Luther.

She frowned and picked up, "Hello."

"Where are you? It's time to go." Luther asked.

“I'm already in the elevator." She replied.

"Okay, I'm already waiting for you in the garage. I'll see you later.”

Luther hung up the phone.

Joyce pressed the button for the parking lot in the elevator, and as the

elevator descended rapidly, she felt a little uncomfortable. She was

getting hotter and hotter all over, and her face began to burn.

Hell, she just drank two whole glasses of red wine, and she'd never had

so much wine before.

Was it the reason? How strong the red wine must be? She felt a little

dizzy and a little unsteady on her feet.

When the elevator doors opened and she stepped out, she clearly felt

her feet were weak and unsteady at all.

She felt so hot that she took off her mink shawl and held it in her hands,

revealing her snow-white and delicate shoulders.

Suddenly, she staggered forward a step on her feet.

She fell straight out.

And when she was about to fall to the ground...

To her surprise, she fell instead into a pair of warm arms.

Luther stood in front of the elevator door waiting for her, and when the

door opened, he saw what happened and reached out to embrace her

staggering, almost falling soft body.

The strong smell of alcohol made him frown instantly.

“You've been drinking?"