Female Novel
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 wasnovelbin
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 IQ."
"Oh, I'm flattered." Joyce sat back on the couch, stuffed a grape into her mouth and ate it leisurely.