Luther's eyes narrowed again.
"Is there a picture of this Zora? Any other personal information about her?"
"No."
Casey shook his head, "It was strange. It seems as if someone is protecting her.”
“And we can’t even have a photo of the famous Miss Zora.”
“Even for those design awards, she only submitted her work and did not show up in person.”
“I only heard that she is a very good-looking woman."
A woman that was both very good looking and passionate about car design.
It was quite rare for a woman to like car design.
Casey's heart thumped a bit. Indeed, Zora sounded just like Joyce, and no wonder the president was suddenly so interested in her.
Luther stared at the profile of JK Intelligence for a long time. He had lowered his head slightly and Casey could not see his expression. His fingers kept tapping rhythmically on the desktop.
At first it was slow, and gradually it got faster and Casey tensed up all over.
"Zora … Zora means dawn and light. And JK Intelligence, what a coincidence… Could it be a coincidence?"
"President ..." Casey sighed inwardly. “President is really crazy… It has been four years, and he just would never let go of any clues.”
However, it did sound similar ... and he didn't expect that.
"We need to get ready. I'm going to the Capital for the Artificial Intelligence Summit."
Luther finally lifted his head, and a strange light shone from his starry, cold, sharp eyes.
He was going to meet this Miss Zora, the president of JK Intelligence, in person.
Could it be a coincidence?
He knew in his heart that once she was declared dead, even in name, he could no longer have her.
He couldn't accept it and wouldn't accept it.
Today, however, he learned about the woman named Zora, who specialized in automotive design and in artificial intelligence system, and the acronym of the name of her company was exactly the initials of Joyce’s name.
It rekindled his long-grim heart with a glimmer of light.
He was a little impatient to meet this designer.
Casey was a bit dumbfounded. After all, Luther had never attended any of these so-called artificial intelligence summits.
However, it was a good thing that the president was finally starting to take an interest in things other than just Joyce.
For him, he naturally hoped that the president could come out of the shadow of Joyce's disappearance and lived his own life again.
Casey quickly came back to his senses and respectfully said, "Yes, President, I'll go arrange it right away."
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