"You can take these bullets back, Mr. Robertson. Since we are here to talk about business, there is no need to bring guns and knives, otherwise it would seem insincere, wouldn't it?" The meaning of her words was clear. She was here today only for business.
That's why she disarmed the lieutenant. It was on the one hand for her self-protection, and on the other hand, a warning for them that she, too, should not be messed with.
Otis's gaze fell on the six bullets that had been placed on top of his briefcase.
Things were getting interesting.
If he won such an aggressive woman with force, it would be really boring.
He wanted to have her submit to him completely.
His desire to conquer, his desire to hunt, his desire to devour, had all been ignited by her.
He would have to get this woman.
Raising his eyebrows, he looked at Joyce with appreciation in his gaze, "Ms. Knowles is really no ordinary woman. Apparently, you seem to be a better soldier than my guard. Oh, I have underestimated you before, please forgive me."
Eugene, standing in the doorway, bowed his head in shame.
As a high-ranking officer, he lost his gun, and he was so ashamed of himself.
"Why don't you come up and pour tea for Ms. Knowles? Otis glared at Eugene and reprimanded in a stern voice. Although he finally had the pleasure of seeing what this woman could do today, it was a shame that Eugene should have lost his gun, and he would not go easy on him when they got back to the military.
"Yes, Mr. Robertson," Eugene hurried up and poured tea on the side.
Otis pushed the contract in front of Joyce, "Ms. Knowles, please read it over carefully."
Joyce picked up the contract emotionlessly and flipped through it page by page.
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