Female Novel
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.novelbin
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.