You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After the silver sports car turned onto the rightmost lane, it left the trailing black car completely behind, and they went completely different ways since then, and it was impossible for the black car to follow them anymore.

Joyce then gradually slowed down and drove all the way forward. "Miss Knowles, are you even a car racer? Your drifting is quite extraordinary.” There was a hint of pride in Luther's voice, and he did not hide the appreciation in his eyes in the slightest. If she really was Joyce, she was making him more and more proud.

"Car racer? How is that possible?" Joyce touched along the steering wheel. "You know, I used to be a car designer, and of course I have an understanding of the construction principles of cars, and their performance. Isn't it normal that I can drift?"

"That's not necessarily true. After all, I have known car designers who have completely no sense of direction. Turn left from there.” Luther corrected her.

"..." No sense of direction ... It did poke Joyce's sore spot.

"Mr. Warner, keep an eye out for tickets lately. We just changed lanes across the solid line, you must have been photographed.” She changed the subject and reminded.

will solve it." Luther's

also felt that she had

car. It drives smoothly and is top-notch in every way. I also found it easier to get a human-car unity than

this car is yours then." Luther said graciously with one arm

Joyce almost choked.

bought for 20 to 30 million dollars,

she drove. “It's just a car. Why should I joke about it." Luther didn't think so, "Something just has to be used by the

generous to women?" There was something sour between Joyce's words that she didn't

she was supposed to be another woman. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

tens of millions of dollars without blinking an eye. Back then, she only borrowed 500,000 from him, and he thought she had come to

She felt extremely unhappy.