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Joyce's mind was foggy and she felt weak all over.
She could barely open her eyes, and it was so dark around her that she didn't know where she was.
She was lying on a large, soft bed with a huge set of floor-to-ceiling windows in front of her.
Outside the window, the silent moonlight sprinkled all over the place, and the desolate grass under the raging cold wind cast
countless mysterious shadows, like countless ghosts of the dead.
With great effort, she looked around and roughly determined that she was in a villa in the middle of nowhere.
It must have been Otis who brought her here.
He did not bind her hands and feet, but she felt weak all over and could not do anything, so she must have been drugged.
Otis used Justin to catch her off guard.
"Awake?"
Suddenly, a low, haunting voice cfrom the darkness.
Immediately after, Otis turned on the crystal light. The dim light illuminated everything in the room, hazily.
The room was clearly heated, but not a trace of heat could be felt.
Joyce froze and shivered gently, subconsciously moving backward and all the way up against the back of the bed.
The shady Otis was intimidating, and she had completely no strength to resist his assault.
She looked down at herself. Her jacket had been removed by Otis, and she had only a thin skirt that wrapped tightly around her
chiseled figure.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOtis's greedy gaze swept back and forth over her body as if examining the prey he had just caught.
"I haven't touched you yet." Otis licked his lips, "I don't like it when my prey falls asleep, since it's so boring."
He looked at her ambiguously and suddenly took a big step in front of her.
Reaching out, he captured her chiseled delicate jaw, "I've been waiting for you to wake up. Not bad. You didn't makewait too
long. Otherwise, | would have been unable to resist."
Joyce drew a cold breath.
She subconsciously glanced around her. Her bag was not far away, but her phone, however, was nowhere to be seen.
"What, looking for your phone?" Otis gave a sarcastic laugh.
"Oh, | forgot to tell you, before | took you to the car, | had the TelDepartment uninstall the satellite location tracking program
inside your phone." He stroked her cheek and smiled wickedly, "Don't worry, no one knows we're here."
Joyce bit her lower lip, and there was nothing but anger in her eyes.
Little did she know that Otis would find the location tracker on her phone, so she couldn't count on Karl.
Karl would not cto her rescue either.
Since Otis was able to find out that there was a location tracker inside her phone, it meant that Otis must also know that a bugging
So, she and Karl had been exposed.
Otis sat down in front of Joyce and curled his long fingers in her hair, playing with it, "Tell me, what is the purpose of approaching
me?"
"What purpose can | have, Mr. Robertson? I'm just a businesswoman. Just making money." Joyce pretended to reply calmly, since
now for her, stalling was the only way to go.
"Oh, | have plenty of money. Why don’t you just tell me? How much do you want? | will just give that to you." Otis laughed coldly.
"Sorry, | like to earn it myself." Joyce looked away, avoiding the intentional touch of his fingers.
"There are many ways to earn money, too, especially when..." he leaned close to her and blew on her ear, "You're such a beautiful
woman. Anything you want, | can just give you."
"Go away." Joyce frowned.
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