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 likest time, Joyce took Munin to herpany 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 ourpany to assist in designing an intelligent monitoring project. If
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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.
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 herpany, 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 arge 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,”
Judeughed 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 nced 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 ufortable; 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 rtionship, 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
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expression twitched slightly, "Oh,
thank you. It''s fine, you can call me
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Jude nced 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 schr 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
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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 electromaic pulse with her. It was ssified information.
She gestured for Jude to enter her office first.
Then she turned to Munin, "Please
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material ￥Athe intelligent monitoring
project for you, don''t worry, there is a
lot of material, you won''t be idle."
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Clint smirked, "Small favor."
Turning away, his eyes instantly turned cold.
Sure enough, Jude was a participant in the secret project on countering electromaic pulses. He had guessed right.