Female Novel
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."novelbin
"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."