Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 877

"Sure." Otis didn’t shy away from it.

Joyce froze. She did not expect Otis had the audacity to say straight out that he could make all the decisions about Charlotte.

"You are funny, Mr. Robertson. Do you think I'm stupid? To the Heath family, you, Mr. Robertson, are the outsider. How can Mr. Robertson make all the decision about their daughter. It’s not like you have got some hold over her. That's ridiculous."

Joyce was deliberately trying to irritate Otis, saying that Otis was just an outsider to the Heath family.

She knew she must have hit him where it hurt the most.

What's more, Otis was originally promoted by Charlotte.

Sure enough, Otis's face immediately turned gloomy and frightening.

In an attempt to get himself out of the embarrassment in front of her, he said, in an annoyed manner, "You're right. I do have something over her."

After saying that, he realized that he had said too much and added sternly, "Just wait and see. Sooner or later, the entire military will be mine."

Joyce felt shocked. All her guesses had been confirmed.

Just now Otis himself admitted that he had a hold on Charlotte.

She just knew it.

She had always found it strange how Charlotte was so obedient to Otis and didn't dare to resist. Sure enough, that was the reason.

What kind of leverage could Charlotte have that fell into Otis' hands?

It must have been four years ago that Otis found out the truth.

She took a deep breath.

The news she learned today had assured her heart a lot.

So far, at least, everything she had done had been right and worthwhile.

"Mr. Robertson, you're drunk. Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and go keep your wife company, I need to go now." Joyce straightened up and walked directly past Otis.

When the elevator doors opened and she stepped out, she clearly felt her feet were weak and unsteady at all.

She felt so hot that she took off her mink shawl and held it in her hands, revealing her snow-white and delicate shoulders.

Suddenly, she staggered forward a step on her feet.

She fell straight out.

And when she was about to fall to the ground…

To her surprise, she fell instead into a pair of warm arms.

Luther stood in front of the elevator door waiting for her, and when the door opened, he saw what happened and reached out to embrace her staggering, almost falling soft body.

The strong smell of alcohol made him frown instantly.

"You've been drinking?"