Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 811

Eloise had met Mr. Robertson, and the temporary reception had been set up for some time, and Mr. Robertson had visited several times.

"Mr. Robertson. how do you do? What can I do for you?" Eloise stepped forward in trepidation, and his lips were trembling slightly as he spoke. She had been timid enough and she was inevitably scared in front of such an imposing man as Mr. Robertson.

Otis crossed directly over Eloise, his strong body knocking her away a few steps.

Eloise was knocked nearly to the ground, and she stood aside with a pale face, glancing worriedly at Joyce.

Otis walked directly up to Joyce and laughed, "Ms. Knowles, sorry, I am late."

"Mr. Robertson, how are you?" Joyce politely suggested, "Since Mr. Robertson has invited me to have a land tour together, and it's getting late, why don't we begin as soon as possible?"

"There's no rush, and there's not much for us to see either." Otis said faintly.

"..." Joyce knew in her heart that Otis could never have called her just for something as simple as a land tour.

But he had been arrogant enough to admit his purpose.

"This is the first time I've been to the project site, Mr. Robertson, would you please give me a brief introduction? I heard that the military has a secret base here?" Joyce looked around, "But it doesn't look like there is something like that."

"Huh." Otis stomped his foot, "It's right under your feet."

Joyce was a little surprised, "So it's underground?!"

No wonder!

No wonder the Heath family and the Warner family had been inextricably linked since the beginning of this project four years ago. The Heath family could not develop the entire land by themselves, and the Warner family could not do it without the Heath family either.

It turned out that the so-called secret base was right under the plot of land.

"Ms. Knowles, if you want to get this contract, you will also have to deal with the signal reception problems. It goes deep, deep, deep... Is Ms. Knowles sure about that?" Otis raised his eyebrows, and his interested eyes kept scanning back and forth on her body.

"Mr. Robertson, you are underestimating JK Intelligence. Since we were able to establish a firm foothold in the international market within two years, we certainly have our own set of unique development techniques. Signal reception will not be a problem to us."

Joyce's eyebrows rose confidently, "Is there an entrance to the underground base, and would Mr. Robertson be able to show me around if you don't mind?"

If she remembered it correctly, the temporary building in front of her would be a rectangular square in the future.

It was funny that the tallest building in Pascaylia would be built behind the square and the secret base of the military would be right underneath the square.

At that time, the red haze gradually faded from the west, replaced by gray gloom. Night was falling.

"What's the hurry? It's getting dark, and Ms. Knowles must have not eaten yet, so why don't we go to dinner together? Let's talk while we eat and sign the contract." Otis gave Joyce a sideways glance, the corners of his lips curved in a sophisticated way.

Joyce glanced at him.

Sure enough, this was what he really wanted.

A land tour was never part of his plan, and what he wanted was actually to have dinner with her.

Otis didn't even ask Joyce, but simply instructed the lieutenant, "Eugene, help Ms. Knowles get in the car. We're going to Nine Up."

Nine Up?

Joyce was slightly stunned. She was not familiar with the Capital, but Nine Up did not really sound like a restaurant.