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    Marissa didn’t expect to run into Aelfric outside the airport. He hadn’t fully recovered; a slight limp marked his walk. d in a mask, he appeared out of ce amidst the bustling crowd.


    Marissa couldn’t discern his purpose for being at the airport and felt a twinge of embarrassment encountering him again, especially after having taken ten million dors from him just the day before. Recalling his dinner invitation, she anticipated his continued enthusiasm upon their meeting today and expected at the very least a polite greeting. Instead, upon seeing her, he seemed momentarily taken aback before averting his gaze and turning his head away. Hepletely disregarded her presence, his eyes reflecting only disgust and contempt.


    Marissa was left speechless. His demeanor had shifted so abruptly.


    Well, since he didn’t want to talk to her, she decided not to speak to him either. As he turned his head away, she followed suit, intending to part ways in silence. However, Le, standing beside her, expressed her disdain. “How did we run into that jerk? What rotten luck!”


    Marissa nced at Le, recognizing her lingering anger from Aelfric’s previous p. Marissa wanted to reassure Le that she had avenged her but refrained from doing so.


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    At that moment, Rita, bncing two children and a sizable suitcase, inquired, “Boss, would you like me to handle that individual for you?”


    A faint smile tugged at Marissa’s lips. Amused, she replied, “No, thank you.” As soon as she finished speaking, Marissa resumed her forward stride. Rita caught up with her in time.


    Le stood dumbfounded for a moment before hastening to catch up. “Rita, are you exhausted? If so, can I take one of the kids?”


    “I’m not exhausted,” Rita responded stoically.


    Observing Rita closely, Le noted herck of exhaustion, evident in her unwavering posture andposed demeanor. Impressed, Le acknowledged that Tiffany had indeed hired an exceptional nanny. Ordinary nannies wouldn’t be able to handle such a task.


    Intrigued by Rita’s question earlier, Le queried, “Rita, are you good at fighting too?”


    “Yes, boss’ cousin,” Rita affirmed.


    Mischievous, Le asked, “Then, who’s stronger, you or Tiffany?”


    Rita answered promptly, “Boss is stronger.” After all, her boss could cut off her power with a mere remote control.


    “How did you know Tiffany?” Le inquired further.


    Rita replied, “My boss is my creator. She created me.”


    Le furrowed her brow, puzzled by Rita’s response. She spected that perhaps Tiffany had funded Rita’s education at the nanny school, hence Rita’s deration.


    After a brief pause, Le pressed on. “Rita, may I inquire about your monthly sry?”


    “Three hundred dors,” Rita said.


    “How much?” Le’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Did you say thirty thousand? That seems more reasonable than three hundred.”


    “Three hundred,” Rita affirmed resolutely.


    When she worked for her boss, three hundred dors covered her electricity expenses per month. Sometimes, she didn’t even need the full amount, utilizing sunlight to generate electricity.


    Le was left speechless. Lost in thought, Le watched as Rita departed with Marissa


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