Female Novel
Chapter 936
Otis grabbed Joyce's hand and pulled her closer, mouthing some slurred words, "Ms. Knowles, you,
you ..."
Joyce's heart was pounding, and her cheeks couldn't help but heat up, all the way to her ears.
Did he find something?
It was impossible to say that there was no panic.
Otis suddenly pushed harder, pulling her even closer.
Her breath got heavy, "Mr. Robertson, you're drunk."
"No, I'm not … not drunk ... You are so beautiful ..." Otis tried to stand up. He propped himself up on
the couch with one hand and clutched her tightly with the other, refusing to let go.
She had his phone in her hand and didn't know where to hide it for a while.
If Otis stood up at this point, he would have noticed that she had stolen his phone.
She was so anxious.
"La-la, what a great day, la-la."
Kane suddenly leapt up from the couch and kept waving his hands around.
Then Kane ran up to Otis, knocked Joyce out of the way with force, and went up and pulled Otis up.
"Mr. Robertson, let's dance together."
The drunk madness of Kane came at exactly the right time, and Joyce finally had the opportunity to get
away.
She took advantage of the chaos to put Otis' phone back in its place.
She felt less anxious instantly. That was so close just now. She should not have rushed and she shouldnovelbin
have waited until Otis was completely drunk.
"Go away."
Otis was struggling off the tangle of Kane.
Everything seemed to be spinning in front of his eyes, and Kane kept jumping back and forth in front of
him, making him even more dizzy.
But Kane was so strong when he was drunk that he grabbed both of Otis' hands and wouldn't let go,
"Mr. Robertson, come on, let's dance."
Kane almost pulled Otis straight out of the couch and deliberately took Otis around in circles with him.
At that moment, Eugene heard the commotion inside the box.
He opened the door and had a look.
Joyce was standing asides and she flashed a stunning smile at Eugene, "It's okay, they're having so
much fun. I didn’t expect Mr. Robertson to have such a cute side too. You don't have to worry about
us."
Eugene was so stunned by her beautiful smile that he couldn't help but swallow, "Yes."
Then, Eugene closed the door again.
Otis was forcibly carried around by Kane, spinning round and round, and after they made a hundred
turns or so, he finally could not bear the dizziness, fell heavily on top of the sofa, and could not get up.
Kane also fell down right next to Otis, and his body was all on Otis' palms and wrists.
Otis's palms were numb from Kane's weight.
Joyce saw her chance and regained Otis' phone. She held Otis' thumb, which was pinned down by
Kane, and pressed them against the home button.
She then pretended to push Kane away hard and held Otis's fingers gently. She exclaimed, "Kane, get
up, you're crushing Mr. Robertson."
This would perfectly conceal what she had just done.
On the screen, the circle turned a few times and the phone was finally unlocked.
Now all that needed to be done was to keep Otis busy for ten minutes.
Kane suddenly opened his eyes at this time, looking into the dark eyes of Joyce, and everything was
clear.
He was not drunk at all, sober as a whistle.
Joyce nodded at Kane, signaling that the first step was complete.
Kane would understand, and the next second he pretended he was finally pushed away by Joyce.
Otis dizzily struggled to sit up from the couch.
Kane came forward again. He helped Otis up and pretended to be so drunk, "Mr. Robertson! You just
can’t get drunk, right?! You are wonderful!”
He seemed to have glued to him, and no matter how Otis tried, he simply could not get rid of Kane.
Otis felt so helpless.