You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1938: Everything Will Be Considered in the Long Run

"No need, let's just take a stroll. You go eat," Joyce waved her hand, signaling Jude to leave. After Jude left, Joyce and Munin took the elevator upstairs and walked around the office area.

"It's quite large-scaled. I never expected you, being so young, to have achieved so much," Clint praised, "And as a woman, it's rare to see someone like you interested in high technology."

"Hehe, couldn't find any other hobbies. So, I study these things," Joyce casually chuckled. But in reality, she preferred car design. It had been a while since she last worked on it, but she had some ideas itching in her mind. The application of intelligence in cars, including artificial intelligence, was indeed a great idea.

"The police said you're skilled in artificial intelligence. Do you really have no recollection at all?" Joyce asked again.

Clint replied, "I can't remember anything at all. But when I walked in just now and saw the promotional materials on your wall about high-tech security systems, it gave me a sense of familiarity. I think I must be interested."

Joyce shrugged and smiled, "It would be a shame if you had forgotten your extraordinary skills."

Clint didn't mind, "I'll remember eventually."

As they walked, the employees they passed greeted Joyce respectfully.

"Miss Joyce, hello."

"Good morning, Miss Joyce!"

Joyce responded with a gentle smile.

"Your subordinates hold great respect for you," Clint glanced back at a few employees who seemed ordinary. They were probably just grassroots staff. The person who possessed the key technology must be Jude, who had left earlier.

Suddenly, Clint pointed ahead, "Is that your office at the innermost part?"

Joyce nodded, "Yes."

at your office?" Clint's face lit up with anticipation. "If it's inconvenient,

alright, my office doesn't have any classified materials. It's all newly released products and the technology

critical was kept at home and never left in the

led Munin towards her office and

Soft white tones, a snow-white leather sofa with leopard print cushions, a white marble desk, and an ergonomic

drawing board, making

talented individuals, but he had never seen a woman as skilled

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I like to doodle," Joyce

even more amazed in

his gaze fell on

and metallic texture made him unable to

the metallic sphere, a sudden tingling electric current passed

Joyce whispered,

as

unfolded its wings, hovering in mid-air. Faint buzzing

instinctively asked,

Joyce warned, "This is a sensor metal

was even more shocked. He had just tried to pull Joyce closer to him. "Be

a step back. "Don't

and he looked slightly embarrassed. "I-I just don't want you

it determines if someone approaching me poses a threat and then

her tremendously; otherwise, she would have fallen

admiration but also understanding. "Impressive high-tech

At that moment,

asked, pointing to a