Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1938: Everything Will Be Considered In The Long Run

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."

"Can 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 some confidential things that shouldn't be seen by outsiders."

Joyce generously said, "It's alright, my office doesn't have any classified materials. It's all newly released products and the technology is public. Feel free to look around."

Indeed, that was the case. Anything critical was kept at home and never left in the office. So, there was nothing to worry about.

Joyce led Munin towards her office and opened the door.

Inside was a large open space with a predominantly feminine decoration. Soft white tones, a snow-white leather sofa with leopard print cushions, a white marble desk, and an ergonomic chair. The style was minimalistic.

On the desk, there were three computer screens and an electronic drawing board, making it look more like a design station. It was quite impressive.

"Do you usually design everything yourself?" Clint sighed. He had encountered many talented individuals, but he had never seen a woman as skilled as Joyce.

Because he knew very well that Joyce, as a young marshal, was a sharpshooter with an accuracy of 0. 01 millimeters. Although he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, he had heard about it multiple times.

A woman possessing two exceptional skills at the highest level was truly rare.

If his investigation was correct, Joyce had also been a dazzling rising star in the field of car design.

"Yeah. When I have free time, I like to doodle," Joyce said casually.

Clint was even more amazed in his heart.

At this moment, his gaze fell on a metallic sphere displayed on a shelf.

Its silver luster and metallic texture made him unable to resist reaching out and touching it.

As soon as his fingers touched the metallic sphere, a sudden tingling electric current passed through his fingertips, spreading throughout his body.

Meanwhile, Joyce whispered, "Don't touch it."

As soon as she spoke,

the metal sphere soared into the air and unfolded its wings, hovering in mid-air. Faint buzzing sounds could be heard.

Clint was startled and instinctively asked, "What is this?"

"Stay right where you are and don't move!" Joyce warned, "This is a sensor metal sphere. It releases a powerful electromagnetic field that instantly incapacitates people."

Clint was even more shocked. He had just tried to pull Joyce closer to him. "Be careful," he said.

Joyce hurriedly took a step back. "Don't touch me."

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

Joyce waved her hand. "It's fine. This metal sphere is meant to protect 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."

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

In Clint's eyes, there was not only admiration but also understanding. "Impressive high-tech stuff. I've truly broadened my horizons today."

Joyce took out a remote control and deactivated the alarm device. At that moment, the metal sphere slowly descended from the air and returned to its original position.

"Impressive. Do you have any other treasures? Can you show me?" Clint asked, pointing to a metal rod inside a glass display case. "What is this? The material looks extraordinary."

Joyce furrowed her brow slightly and casually passed it off. "Oh, this one is relatively ordinary. It's just a disruptor that can disable the surrounding networks." She deliberately simplified the powerful functionality of the metal rod because she didn't want to reveal too much.

Meanwhile, Clint narrowed his eyes instantly.

He almost immediately thought of electromagnetic pulse.

So, this was a simplified version of an electromagnetic pulse device. It seemed inconspicuous but possessed powerful capabilities. He clasped his hands behind his back, slowly closing his fingers.

It appeared that his decision to personally come to Khebury and go undercover was correct.

Originally, he had planned to stay briefly, but now it seemed that everything needed careful consideration.

He had to spend enough time here and gradually gain understanding.

More importantly,

Clint suddenly glanced at Joyce beside him. He had to earn her trust and, if possible, gain entry into her company. That would facilitate his access to the most essential information.

With this plan in mind, he shouldn't reveal too much at the moment.

Clint spoke up suddenly, "After looking around, I still can't remember anything."

Joyce reassured him, "Don't worry, recovering memories takes time."

"Hmm." Clint suggested, "I feel hungry, and I didn't eat anything this morning. How about you treat me to a meal nearby?"

A faint smile appeared on his delicate and sickly face. "Sorry if I'm being shameless."

Joyce was momentarily taken aback. "No, not at all. Why would I?"

Although his successive proposals were indeed difficult to resist, and she had her own things to do, she could understand that a person with amnesia was helpless and alone. She was the only person he knew so it was understandable that he wanted more interaction.

"Okay. There's a nice Western restaurant across the street. I'll take you there," Joyce said with a smile.

"Great." The light in Clint's eyes sparkled even brighter.

Sᴇarch the FindNovel.net website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.