You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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"Con, Mr. Robertson. Let's drink."

Kane could not stand the greedy gaze of Otis on Joyce, but he could not really do anything to him.

He diligently poured the wine and kept persuading him to drink.

Every the downed a glass or two of the mixed drink, Otis would drink one as well.

In the end, Otis had already drunk quite eight glasses and Kane had already about ten glasses.

He then pretended that he was staggering already and unable to walk steadily.

His handscheeks were tinged with two blushes.

He walked back and forth in front of Otis, deliberately wobbling. He put on his thumb towards Otis and boasted, "Mr. Robertson,

you are a real man. You're so good."

Otis was already so drunk that he felt so dizzy and everything around him seemed to be spinning.

With Kane staggering back and forth in front of him all the time, he felt even more dizzy.

Damn it, he wanted to get Kane drunk, but he didn't expect he would fall even before this stupid kid got drunk.

"Go away, go away."

Otis tried to push Kane away, but his hands were too weak to exert any force.

"Mr. Robertson, let's keep drinking. | toast you!"

Kane poured two more glasses of wine, held them in his hands, and handed them to Otis.

The tall red wine glasses were shaking, and the crystal dark red liquid inside was rippling.

Otis impatiently tried to push him away, "No, no more drinks! Go away!"

As a result, he accidentally really hit Kane.

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Kane pretended to be unsteady because of the hit, and deliberately spilled the red wine in his hand all over Otis.

"Yikes!" Otis let out a low cry and struggled to stand up, and the red wine dripped all the way down his uniform.

"Damn." Otis cursed.

"Mr. Robertson, I'm ... I'm sorry! Let... Let... wipe it clean for ..." Kane finished the sentence and flung himself violently on

top of the sofa. He was motionless, and could not get up again.

Otis, on the other hand, fell back into the couch because his legs were weak, and he fell on his side. He almost fell asleep right

then and there. Damn, the drinks were too strong.

"Mr. Robertson, letwipe it clean for you." Joyce picked up a clean towel, walked up and gently wiped the red wine stain on Otis’

chest.

Her gaze then fell on the phone on the sofa that had just slipped off Otis’ pocket.

She gently touched the screen of his phone.

The phone lit up and the fingerprint unlock prompt popped up.

She frowned, and sure enough, Otis's phone required a fingerprint to unlock.

Today, she intended to look for an opportunity to install the bugging program into Otis' phone, which would take ten minutes,

during which he must never find out.

That was quite an unusual way to deal with an unusual devil.

To deal with Otis, extraordinary means must be used.

And, of course, it could mean great risk.

"Mr. Robertson, lift your hand and I'll wipe it for you."

Joyce gently took Otis's hand and pulled it to the side, trying to use his thumb to unlock the phone while he was drunk.

Otis moved.

Joyce secretly picked up his phone, held Otis's thumb, and aimed it at the hbutton.

When she was about to press his finger down....

Suddenly, Otis grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward.

She couldn't react in time, and hurriedly hid his phone behind herself with the other hand.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, as if her heart was going to jump to her throat.

Could it be that he has already found out?

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