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The cold wind was blowing, and the stars were shaking in the cold air, as if they were shivering with cold.
After Joyce finished work, she drove to the TMP Club on the outskirts of the Capital, a little-known upscale club in the Capital. While
it was known for its excellent food and most people had chere for the remote location and quiet environment.
It was thus preferred by the upper-class people.
Joyce called Ivy on the way and asked Ivy to stay overnight tonight and take care of Anderson.
She figured it would be late when she got back and thus made arrangements in advance.
After driving for almost an hour, she arrived at the TMP Club, which looked just like a cluster of spires.
Each spire-shaped building was a separate chamber.
She walked through the wide French garden and then arrived at the private room called "Frost Island".
She then gently pushed open the door, and Justin was already there.
He was sitting by the window, looking out at the dark night, and the melancholy look added a few indifference to his clear and
elegant handsface.
He seemed to be thinking and looked somewhat sorrow and she could not help but feel sympathy within the heart.
Joyce approached him and he didn't even notice her.
Joyce sat down in the seat opposite him and had a light cough and Justin was just snapped back to his senses.
"Mr. Henderson, how do you do?" Joyce smiled faintly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Oh, there you are." Justin was noncommittal, gesturing to the beautiful platters in front of him, all of which were appetizers with
snacks, "I'll have them serve the dishes now. Thank you, Ms. Knowles, for joiningfor dinner."
At that, he pressed the bell and ordered, "We are ready. You may bring the dishes."
"Mr. Henderson. Dinner doesn’t matter that much, and you know why I'm here." Joyce's face turned a bit gloomy.
"Oh?" Justin's lips pulled up at the corners, "I wonder, what are you here for?"
"Mr. Henderson, you want to work with Otis? Why?"
She subconsciously shook her head gently, a trace of concern on her face, "Do you really know Otis, and why Otis needs money?
Have you thought about it? Have you thought about the consequences of your investment in Otis?"
"Ms. Knowles, that's funny. You want to do business with the military yourself, for a long term stability." Justin sat slightly upright,
"Why can’t | just do the same?"
"It's not the same." Joyce was speechless for a moment and sighed.
"lI am earning his money, and | have no risk. You are paying him, you have risk, so how can it be the same?"
"Ms. Knowles, you're worried about me?" Justin thought it was a little funny, "We are meeting for the third time, so in what position
are you to worry about me, Ms. Knowles?"
"Or could it be..." He paused, his handseyebrows raised, "you are afraid that my partnership with Otis will later affect Luther?
Well, you should know, Otis and Luther are only having a short-term cooperation. Otis has to. In the long run, the relationship
between the two of them is bound to collapse. If not for the plot of land, just the old affairs of Mrs. Robertson would be enough to
make the two of them turn over."
He took a careless sip of the tea in front of him.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Otis will deal with Luther sooner or later, so naturally he is my friend. When | help Otis, | am
just picking the right side, so why not?"
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