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.

car, sometimes fast and

designer and won some international awards." Luther asked slowly, “The name of the car you designed is called 'Fallen Angel'?

to deny such basic information, since

artificial intelligence?" He tried. “It's not quite a career change.

any top car manufacturing company would offer you an astronomical salary. Miss Knowles, is it the desire 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

turn, the sports car "brushed" on the

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

finally asked the

she didn't stop

then she sneered, "A woman certainly can't rely on men, but only herself. Instead of getting into

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 mind women climbing

Luther didn’t know what to say