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."

face lit up with anticipation. "If it's inconvenient, then never mind. I know you must have some confidential

office doesn't have any classified materials. It's all newly released products and the technology is public. Feel

the case. Anything critical was kept at home and never left

towards her office and

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

were three computer screens and an electronic drawing board, making it

many talented individuals, but he had never

young marshal, was a sharpshooter with an accuracy of 0. 01 millimeters. Although he hadn't witnessed it

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even more amazed in his

moment, his gaze fell on a

made him unable to resist

his fingers touched the metallic sphere, a sudden tingling

whispered, "Don't

as

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

startled and instinctively asked, "What is

are and don't move!" Joyce warned, "This is a

just tried to

step back. "Don't

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

me. Once triggered, it determines if someone approaching me poses a threat and then it releases an electric shock to incapacitate them. So, don't come near me. Now let me retrieve the

metal sphere had helped her tremendously; otherwise, she would have fallen into Otis' hands long

only admiration but also understanding. "Impressive high-tech stuff. I've truly broadened my horizons

control and deactivated the alarm device. At that moment, the metal sphere slowly descended from the air and returned to its

treasures? Can you show me?" Clint asked, pointing to a metal rod inside a