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

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

her to deny such basic information,

curious. Since Miss Knowles has such an overwhelming talent in car design. Why did you switch to artificial intelligence?" He tried. “It's not quite a career change. Car design doesn't mean just exterior design. The internal

Knowles, is it the desire to have a company of your

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 industry that I am good at is the most appropriate choice for me." She jerked the steering

a beautiful turn, the sports car

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 example, Miss Knowles had to

asked

she didn't stop Mr. Robertson's rude

rely on men, but only herself. Instead of getting into a luxury family, why not

you think women should be dependent on men and don't need to work hard, and Mr. Warner is the richest man

know what