"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."
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