Dylan clicked his tongue softly, "You're really heartless."
"I can be even more heartless if you want," Mirabella replied, her fingers flicking through the air, her voice as light as a breeze.
Dylan coughed, immediately backing down, "Alright, I'll pay you."
"Oh, I happen to be free tonight, so I suppose I could help you with some tech issues," Mirabella said, glancing at her watch.
Dylan: "."
Typical genius boss behavior.
Half an hour later, his flashy sports car rolled up to the DO Group's tech park.
At the entrance, high-tech gadgets scanned Dylan's car, automatically letting them through.
After parking, Dylan led Mirabella into the headquarters, explaining as they walked, "This is your first visit here, right? There are a lot of security protocols, so just stick close to me."
Mirabella took in the ultra-modern lobby, feeling as if she'd stepped into a sci-fi movie. Everywhere she looked, there were high-tech gadgets, and her gaze paused on a display robot for a couple of seconds.
Seeing her interest, Dylan said, "That's the first-generation robot developed by DO Group. The system's been updated for ages, so this one's just for show."
"Oh," Mirabella replied, shifting her gaze. She knew it was the first-gen robot, but she was curious about why its color had changed since she last saw it. She kept that thought to herself, though.
"I'll take you to the second-floor exhibit," Dylan suggested, pointing to the spiral staircase and leading the way.
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