Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 818

"Excuse me. I don't drink." Joyce smiled lightly.

The stagnant atmosphere became a little awkward.

After all, Otis had finished his glass of wine, and Joyce did not even have a sip of it.

Otis was a little embarrassed.

Eugene was right next to her, trying to speak up and remind Joyce not to be so insensible.

But when he opened his mouth, he finally thought better of it. After all, he was just defeated by her, so what qualifications did he even have to speak to her like that.

Moreover, he was truly convinced after what happened just now.

As the awkwardness continued, a shrill voice of a woman rang out.

Before they could even see her, they had all heard her.

"Mr. Robertson, why didn't you call me when you came?"

Immediately afterwards, a woman wearing a super short skirt walked in. She was dressed in an enchantingly sexy way, revealing her slender lengthy legs.

The woman, with delicate makeup painted on her face, walked directly to Otis and sat down next to him. She then wrapped her soft snow-white arms around his arm, pouting, "You haven't called me these days. Are you that busy? I've been thinking about you every day."

Joyce glanced at the woman who came in. She looked so familiar, and must be a cover girl somewhere. She must have seen the face before.

She tried her best to think about it, and finally remembered that she was the famous car model, Silas.

She really didn’t know much about movie stars and supermodels, since she didn’t care.

However, since she was previously exposed to car design, she was more or less familiar with car models.

She didn’t expect that even the famous model Silas would become a plaything of Otis.

However, the woman in front of her had a special kind of beauty. She had a wild temperament, an unruly expression, and a demonic appearance.

She knew in her heart that it was exactly what Mr. Robertson wanted.

No, she absolutely could not let the woman steal her man and take her place.

This woman must be driven away, immediately, and she must not be allowed to seduce Mr. Robertson any longer.

"Mr. Robertson, who is she again?" Silas puffed up his red lips in discontent and jealousy, "You haven't called me for the past few days, have you been with her?"

Otis narrowed his eyes, and he seemed slightly impatient.

"Mr. Robertson." Silas didn't notice Otis's displeasure. Instead, she shook Otis's arm hard and pretended to be angry, "She can’t as pretty as I am, right? Mr. Robertson, I haven’t seen you for a while, and I don’t want her to get in our way. Why not just get her out of here."

Otis’ face got even more gloomy.