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.

and

Luther asked slowly, “The name of the car you designed

was no need for her to deny such basic information, since he could certainly find

Why did you switch to artificial intelligence?" He tried. “It's not quite a career change. Car

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

on the highway." "Sort of. After all, I do not have that kind of financial resources to own a car manufacturing plant.

turn, the sports car "brushed" on the

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

asked

didn't stop Mr. Robertson's rude

only herself. Instead of getting

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 on you

didn’t know what