When it came to alcohols, Kane was simply the best of the best!
He seldom got drunk!
Joyce and Kane both exchanged glances.
Kane nodded, and then he lifted the glass in front of him, "Mr. Robertson is so right about it. I'll toast to Mr. Robertson."
He said and raised his head to drink. Before he drank it all, he coughed and pretended that he was choking on the strong wine. He wiped his lips and continued to drink until the whole glass of alcohol was completely finished.
"Oh, good, good attitude." Otis nodded as he finished his own glass of wine in one go.
Joyce didn't drink. She picked up the cake on the table and took a bite.
"Ms. Knowles, you're not going to sing us a song?" Otis spread his arms out and rested them on top of the back of the sofa chair, peering straight at her.
Today she wore more casually, and her long curly hair draped over her back. She looked less professional, but more casual and more attractive.
"I was afraid of my poor singing would only pollute Mr. Robertson's ears." Joyce gave a wry smile.
"Just sing. It’s good as long as it's you." Otis clapped his hands, and his eyes seemed to be dripping with greed.
"Then I'll just have to sing." Joyce started to choose a song on the screen next to the couch. She flipped around and finally chose a song called "they don't care about us".
She hadn't sung in a long time. For some unknown reasons, she suddenly wanted to sing this one today.
With a soft, gentle, lingering prelude, she began to sing softly.
Her low voice was a bit hoarse, and a bit shaky. It was a completely different voice, and gave completely different feeling.
She performed the song with all her emotions.
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