Chapter 773

“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.

She drove the sports car, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and

tried the car's performance.

“I heard that Miss Knowles used to be a car designer and won some

international awards." Luther asked slowly, “The name of the car you

designed is called 'Fallen Angel'? Is that right?"

"Hmm." She responded. There was no need for her to deny such basic

information, since he could certainly find out anyway.

"So, I'm curious. Since Miss Knowles has such an overwhelming talent

in car design. Why did you switch to artificial intelligence?" He tried.

“It's not quite a career change. Car design doesn't mean just exterior

design. The internal systems are more important, and it's closely

related with artificial intelligence.” Joyce explained.

"With your talent, just any top car manufacturing company would offer

you an astronomical salary. Miss Knowles, is it the desire to have a

company of your own so that you made the transition?" He asked

again.

And at the same time he reminded, "Turn left, and get on the highway."

"Sort of. After all, I do not have that kind of financial resources to own a

car manufacturing plant. Neither do I want to be dependent on others.

Therefore, transitioning to an industry that I am good at is the most

appropriate choice for me." She jerked the steering wheel.

With a beautiful turn, the sports car "brushed" on the highway.

“It seems that Miss Knowles 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 hard to start your own business, and you need do all

kinds of socializing. For example, Miss Knowles had to deal with Mr.

Robertson just now.”

Luther finally asked the question.

He actually minded that she didn't stop Mr. Robertson's rude demeanor

just now.

Joyce froze at first, and then she sneered, "A woman certainly can't rely

on men, but only herself. Instead of getting into a luxury family, why not

just become a luxury family yourself? Right?"

After a pause, the corners of her lips curved up in a sexy arc and she

sneered, "Mr. Warner, 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 for money."

"..." Luther didn’t know what to say in return.

She was so eloquent, and so much like Joyce. He never felt he was

short of words. In the past only Joyce could give him the same feeling.

Now, this woman in front of him was very similar to Joyce.

Moreover, he even had an illusion. With her words just now, she was

actually talking about the mistake he made four years ago.

There was a moment of dead air

The conversation could not continue.

In the sports car, the atmosphere was getting awkward.

Suddenly, Joyce's eyes got serious and her voice tightened.

"Mr. Warner, look in the rearview mirror, is there a black car following us

all the time?"