Chapter 934

When it came to alcohols, Kane was simply the best of the best!

He seldom got drunk!

Joyce and Kane both exchanged glances.

Kane nodded, and then he lifted the glass in front of him, "Mr.

Robertson is so right about it. I'll toast to Mr. Robertson."

He said and raised his head to drink. Before he drank it all, he coughed

and pretended that he was choking on the strong wine. He wiped his

lips and continued to drink until the whole glass of alcohol was

completely finished.

"Oh, good, good attitude.” Otis nodded as he finished his own glass of

wine in one go.

Joyce didn't drink. She picked up the cake on the table and took a bite.

"Ms. Knowles, you're not going to sing us a song?" Otis spread his

arms out and rested them on top of the back of the sofa chair, peering

straight at her.

Today she wore more casually, and her long curly hair draped over her

back. She looked less professional, but more casual and more

attractive.

"I was afraid of my poor singing would only pollute Mr. Robertson's

ears." Joyce gave a wry smile.

"Just sing. It's good as long as it's you." Otis clapped his hands, and his

eyes seemed to be dripping with greed.

"Then I'll just have to sing." Joyce started to choose a song on the

screen next to the couch. She flipped around and finally chose a song

called “they don't care about us".

She hadn't sung in a long time. For some unknown reasons, she

suddenly wanted to sing this one today.

With a soft, gentle, lingering prelude, she began to sing softly.

Her low voice was a bit hoarse, and a bit shaky. It was a completely

different voice, and gave completely different feeling.

She performed the song with all her emotions.

Otis was sitting lazily, and when he heard her singing, he was slightly

stunned, and could not help but sit up straight.

It was so distinctive and different.

Low and charming, her magnetic voice seemed to have magic power

and everyone was intoxicated. Even Eugene who was standing at the

door at that time, could not help but sneak a few glances inside.

Otis was stunned when he stared at her back.

Her voice sounded like she had been through a lot of vicissitudes and a

lot of hardships, as if she was singing for the old time. It should be a

gloomy rainy day, and the sky was tinged with a dusky hue. She

seemed to be telling the story of her sorrowful past.

Her singing voice infected everyone in the audience.

Kane looked at her with a complicated mixture of emotions.

He knew that she had a past that she didn't want to remember, and he

knew that she must have suffered a heartbreaking pain.

He had no way to heal her trauma, and the only thing he could do was

to protect and support her silently.

As she kept singing "they don't care about us", he couldn't help but get

his eyes moist.

Long after the end of the song could Otis get back to his senses.

It was Kane who interrupted Otis with another toast.

"Mr. Robertson, I'll drink to you again.”

Otis took the glass Kane handed him. So it was another glass of mixed

drink. He drank in one go, then put it down and clapped his hands in

quick succession.

Joyce put down the microphone.

Otis couldn't hide the amazement in his eyes, "Ms. Knowles, you never

fail to surprise me. I didn't expect you to sing that well. You can be a

first-rate singer if you want. Of course, it would be such a waste for you

high 1Q."

"Oh, I'm flattered." Joyce sat back on the couch, stuffed a grape into

her mouth and ate it leisurely.