You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The following morning.

Automotive project design team meeting room.

The first draft of the one-piece casting design had been completed. At 10 o'clock, Joyce would present the concept and some details of this design.

In the meeting room, Juanita was passing out information and preparing green tea.

Professor Owens, who was in his sixties and a veteran of the automotive manufacturing industry, came early and seated in the conference room where the main speakers were seated.

All other colleagues were seated one after another.

Joyce was standing on the podium, organizing materials, setting up projection equipment, and connecting computers.

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usual, running around the conference room and doing all the work. Today she also wanted to observe the most cutting-edge technology, so she

Shelly was here

sequins and pearls, stepped on

as she pleased. She came when she wanted and left when she wanted. Apparently, no one would dare to say anything about it since she was the

walked up and greeted, "Professor Owens, how are you?" To her mentor, she still had

up at Shelly's outfit, his brow furrowed, and nodded perfunctorily. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

never liked someone like Shelly, uneducated from a wealthy

way Shelly would have been allowed to join the project team as an intern. If it wasn't for the fact that R&S Group was the investor and Casey's assistant had interceded, he reluctantly gave Shelly a chance to learn. Even so, Shelly still didn’t know how to cherish it.

Professor Owens, and she went to

bag... Professor Owens had beaten her to it and placed his briefcase on the seat, saying blandly, "This is Joyce's seat. You sit in