Female Novel
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 couldnovelbin
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?"