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."

I take a look at your office?" Clint's face lit up with anticipation. "If it's inconvenient, then never mind. I know you must have

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a snow-white leather sofa with leopard print cushions, a white marble desk, and an ergonomic chair. The style was

and an electronic drawing board, making it look more like a design station. It was

Clint sighed. He had encountered many talented individuals,

Joyce, as a young marshal, was a sharpshooter with an accuracy of 0. 01 millimeters. Although he

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had also been a dazzling rising star in the field of car

time, I like to doodle," Joyce said

even more

on a metallic sphere displayed

made him unable to resist reaching out and touching

fingers touched the metallic sphere, a sudden tingling electric current passed through his fingertips, spreading throughout his

whispered, "Don't

as

into the air and unfolded its wings, hovering in mid-air. Faint buzzing sounds

was startled and instinctively asked,

and don't move!" Joyce warned, "This is a sensor metal sphere. It releases a powerful

shocked. He had just tried to pull Joyce closer to him.

a step back. "Don't

in mid-air, and he looked slightly embarrassed. "I-I just don't want you to get

it determines if someone approaching me poses a threat and

she would have fallen

also understanding. "Impressive high-tech stuff. I've truly broadened my

remote control and deactivated the alarm device. At that moment, the metal sphere slowly descended from

Clint asked, pointing to a metal rod inside a glass display case. "What