You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“I ... I'm not familiar with roads here in the Capital.” Joyce found an excuse.

In fact, it had been quite easy to remember the roads in the Capital. They were all straight and wide, forming a tic-tac-toe shape from north to south. Those who say they didn’t know the road must have a problem remembering roads usually.

She knew that what she said just did not make sense.

"How about you drive the car instead?" Joyce glanced at Luther.

From his sharply direct gaze, she knew he was getting suspicious again.

“No, I'll show you the way. You just drive forward. Turn around first at the intersection ahead.” Luther propped one hand on his jaw and looked at her.

"Oh." It turned out that she drove in the opposite direction as soon as she left the center.

It seemed that, indeed, it just would not work no matter what excuse she had made up.

the sports car, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and

Miss Knowles used to be a car designer and won some international awards." Luther asked slowly,

responded. There was no need for her to deny such basic information, since he

“It's not quite a career change. Car

car manufacturing company would offer you an astronomical salary. Miss Knowles, is it the desire to have a company of your own so that

he reminded, "Turn left, and get on the highway." "Sort of. After all, I do not have that kind of financial resources to own a car manufacturing plant. Neither do I want to be dependent on others. Therefore, transitioning to an

sports car "brushed"

that Miss Knowles is very independent-minded. You don't want to depend on others. Do you mean you do not want to depend on men? After all, it's hard to start your own business, and you need do all kinds of socializing. For

finally asked the

minded that she didn't stop Mr. Robertson's rude

and then she sneered, "A woman certainly can't rely on men, but only herself. Instead of getting into a luxury family, why not just become a luxury family yourself?

the corners of her lips curved up in a sexy arc and she sneered, "Mr. Warner, since you think women should be dependent on men and don't need to work hard, and Mr. Warner is the richest man in Pascaylia, so I guess you must be broad-minded enough and never

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