You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 820

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Otis surveyed Joyce's gorgeous face at the moment as he took a box of cigars out of his pocket and pulled one out.

Eugene caught a glimpse of it and immediately stepped forward to light the cigar for him.

The dimly lit box was dark.

The little scarlet fljumped between Otis’ fingers.

He closed his eyes and took a sharp breath.

He looked pretty satisfied.

The lingering smoke was exhaled slowly from his mouth, and eventually, he blew a wisp of smoke towards Joyce.

Joyce subconsciously averted her face. The smell of the cigar was too strong, she "coughed" twice and was almost choked by the

smoke.

"Ms. Knowles wants sincerity, and I'll show you." He smiled sinisterly, with a touch of hostility.

Such a smile was even a little creepy.

Joyce felt a chill down her spine. What did he want? He sounded a bit unusual.

"I heard that Ms. Knowles was attacked last night after the dinner party? Have you found out who did it?" He took another puff of

his cigar and spoke slowly.

"Not a big deal really. The problem had been solved, and no need for Mr. Robertson to worry about it." Joyce frowned.

She did not want to make things more complicated. There was no need to get more people involved in these matters.

"Huh. How dared him touch my woman?" A hint of bloodthirsty cruelty appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Robertson, please watch your language.” Joyce frowned. His woman? Not even in his dream!

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"Huh. Want to give it a try?" Otis, who had been sitting on the couch, suddenly stood up at that moment and walked over to her. He

handed her the lit cigar in his hand.

"How about trying my flavor?" He wickedly moved closer to her and puffed a cloud of fog next to her.

The strong smell of the smoke made her extremely uncomfortable.

She could understand what he meant with his flirty words.

She frowned deeply. She took the cigar from his hand and pressed it directly into the ashtray, twisting it a few times until the flame

went out.

She replied also with a pun, "Mr. Robertson, if you keep playing with fire like that, you may easily set off a fire alarm. It's better to

put it out."

She smiled casually in front of his gloomy, appalling face, "That's it for tonight then. See you next time, Mr. Robertson."

As she was about to turn around, Otis suddenly wrapped his arm around her shoulders and made his first transgression of the

night.

"Ms. Knowles, you're not givingface. You don’t even have a glass of wine and you are leaving already." Otis pointed to the glass

of red wine on the table. She had not had a single sip of it the whole time.

Joyce's gaze fell on the glass. The scarlet liquid refracted a mysterious luster rendered by the light.

This was what Eugene poured for her earlier.

She always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the wine.

She didn't throw away Otis’ hand on her shoulders, and she kept thinking about what to do next.

It would not be wise to offend Otis too much.

But what if there was really something wrong with the wine?

It's a hard choice.

"You just got a contract and you are not even drinking a celebratory drink with me. Ms. Knowles, it certainly doesn’t make sense.

Without this drink, tonight, you won't walk out of this door either."

Otis was almost forcing her this time. He picked up the glass, handed it to her, and whispered coldly into her ears.

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