Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1950: Participant in the Secret Project

As Clint parked the car outside JK Intelligence Technology's building, he skillfully maneuvered the left-hand drive car, no longer revealing any weaknesses.

After parking the car, he hurried to open the passenger seat door for Joyce before she could step out, being attentive and courteous.

"Joyce, you don't have to do this. Your health hasn't fully recovered, and you have..." Joyce wanted to mention her underlying heart condition, but stopped short, realizing that Munin was sensitive about his own health. Men have their pride, who would willingly admit to being ill? She understood.

So she changed tack, "| can manage on my own, no need for special care."

Clint chuckled, "Shouldn't | be serving my boss?"

Joyce chuckled softly, "I'm not your boss, maybe you're the big boss yourself, just forgot.”

Clint's expression changed slightly, then he smoothly smiled, "Impossible, at most I'm just a senior employee."

In reality, he felt a twinge of guilt in his heart; she had hit the mark, he was indeed the behind-the-scenes big boss. Just like last time, Joyce took Munin to her company in the elevator.

This time, Joyce introduced Munin to the core members of her team.

“His name is Munin, and he will be staying temporarily in our company to assist in designing an intelligent monitoring project. If anyone has any questions or needs help, you can ask him."

Clint politely added, "It's my honor to be taken care of by everyone."

Previously, he would never have said such things, surprising even himself. He had never realized he could bend and adapt his principles this way, all to get closer to Joyce.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

After the introductions, Joyce led Munin to her office and allocated his workspace not far from hers, as Munin's identity was still unknown. Even though he was working in her company, she didn't want him out of her sight.

Clint naturally understood Joyce's intentions and didn't say anything.

Her cautiousness was normal.

After organizing the office desk, Clint encountered Jude once again.

Carrying a large teacup emitting steam, Jude leisurely strolled over.

Seeing Clint, Jude greeted him, "Mr. Mu, you're here again?"

Clint smiled, pointing to his cubicle, "| will be working here for a while, | may rely on you in the future.”

“Oh, please, | wouldn't dare." Jude looked at Clint suspiciously, "They were discussing earlier that you are here to help us with the intelligent monitoring project?"

"Yes." Clint nodded, subtly probing, "May | ask what project you're working on?"

"Oh, I'm old, just hanging around here, passing the time. Nothing important. But you, young people, have limitless prospects,” Jude laughed casually, but his work was top-secret and couldn't be revealed.

Joyce happened to walk out of her office, seeing the two of them, she smiled, "You've already met, so | won't introduce you again.”

Jude said, "Miss Joyce, since Mr. Mu is a high-tech researcher, | heard you mentioning his expertise in artificial intelligence. Hiring such top talent for our intelligent monitoring project is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

Having said that, Jude glanced at Clint, "Are you really willing? Those of us in technology can't easily set aside our pride." Joyce chuckled, "I have concerns too, but he insists on finding something to do. | have no choice."

Clint hastened to wave his hand, "Don't think too highly of me. | can't recall much about artificial intelligence at the moment. Being able to do the intelligent monitoring project well is already my first step. Joyce, rest assured, | won't let you down."

As he spoke, his clear eyes constantly gazed at Joyce.

The intensity of his gaze made Joyce somewhat uncomfortable; for her, it wasn't about being disappointed or not, she was just helping him out.

Furthermore, him addressing her by her name made her feel awkward. It seemed overly familiar, given they weren't that close.

But after considering it, there wasn't a better form of address. If he called her "Miss Joyce", it wasn't appropriate as they didn't have a direct hierarchical relationship, and his status was likely not low. He couldn't call her "Miss Knowles" either. So calling her by her full name seemed the only option.

"Joyce?" Clint called her again. Suddenly, he found this way of addressing her quite smooth and couldn't help asking, "Do you mind me calling you like this?"

Saying that, he took a thick stack of files from her, "Joyce, you're about to give birth, and the files are heavy, let me help you."

Being called repeatedly by him, Joyce shivered all over, feeling her scal tingle. She bit becyR erlfaring (Re awxwardnéds, and her facial expression twitched slightly, "Oh, thank you. It's fine, you can call me that." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Jude glanced at Clint again, feeling strange for some reason. Was it his old age? Or was his midlife crisis too keen? But Mr. Munin here didn't seem like a scholar at all.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Jude took the initiative, "Miss Joyce, your timing is perfect. | have an important matter to discuss with you. Could we talk in your office?"

Joyce nodded, "Sure." "Can | join?" Clint suddenly interjected.

Jude paused, "Certainly not, | just said it's important, outsiders participat yn ppouside rs, econ thdses involved in this project, no other meaning. | speak bluntly, don't mind." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Clint shrugged, "No worries, I'm just bored. Just seeing if there's anything | can help with." Joyce knew Jude must want to discuss the secret project on electromagnetic pulse with her. It was classified information. She gestured for Jude to enter her office first.

Then she turned to Munin, "Please send these documents to the fro desk, thank yo Hhave btrarlgdd th Oty material ¥Athe intelligent monitoring project for you, don't worry, there is a lot of material, you won't be idle." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Clint smirked, "Small favor." Turning away, his eyes instantly turned cold.

Sure enough, Jude was a participant in the secret project on countering electromagnetic pulses. He had guessed right.