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    Upon hearing Rita’s words, Marissa suddenly sat up straight. She firmly warned, “Rita, remember this: keep your distance from that man and never provoke him!”


    “Yes, boss,” Rita responded.


    Marissa nodded, pleased. That was the beauty of robots—they faithfully followed and executedmands from their masters without questioning the reasons.


    Even though Rita hadn’t asked, Marissa feltpelled to exin further, saying, “His name is Connor Daniels, and he’s extremely perverse and cunning. If you provoke him, he’ll likely figure out you’re a robot and reduce you to a heap of parts.”


    Rita remained expressionless, but her voice wavered slightly. “This person sounds terrifying!”


    Marissa said gravely, “Yes, he is dreadful and not normal. If he catches you, it might be the end for you.”


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    Just then, the children woke up. Curious right after opening his eyes, Lawrence asked, “Mom, who is dreadful? Why would he want to reduce Rita to a heap of parts?”


    Marissa smiled reassuringly and said gently, “I was just telling Rita a scary story. Don’t take it too seriously.”


    The two children nodded, feeling reassured. They took their mother’s words as absolute truth and trusted them implicitly.


    Suddenly, Le burst in through the door, just as she had the previous morning, eximing, “Tiffany, something weird has happened again!”


    Marissa guessed Le was about to discuss her motorcycle again. So, before Le could continue, she quickly said, “I took my motorcycle out to the wildernessst night to enjoy the breeze.”


    Le’s imminent words halted abruptly. After a pause, she asked awkwardly, “Tiffany, why do you always go outte at night? Do you really enjoy it? Didn’t youe across any ghosts on your rides?”


    Reflecting on the possibility of encountering Connor during her nocturnal outing the previous night and the bizarre events that might have ensued, Marissa said, “I did encounter a ghost.”


    “What?” Le looked rmed. “Really? Oh my God. What kind of ghost was it? A man or a woman? Old or young? Poor or rich?”


    Remembering the video Rita captured, Marissa yfully responded, “A man, young, driving a dpidated Rolls-Royce with a massive hole in it. He trailed me back here, lingered at the gate for quite a while, then finally took off.”


    “Hahaha…” Le’s fear dissolved intoughter. “So, the ghost you ran into is a fake billionaire!”


    Marissa grinned cheekily. “Actually, you’re wrong. He’s genuinely wealthy.”


    Le brushed it off, thinking Marissa was merely joking with her.


    “Tiffany, there’s something wrong with our home’s surveince system. I tried to review the footage when I noticed something odd about your motorcycle this morning, but all the videos have been erased again.”


    “It might just be a glitch,” Marissa lied calmly. “We’ll have someone repair itter.”


    “No need. I can handle it.”


    “What? You know how to fix the surveince system?”


    “Mhm.”


    With that, Marissa pretended to fiddle with her phone briefly, then looked up at Le, dering, “All fixed now.”


    Le was astonished and said, “That quickly?”


    “Yes, it was a small issue.”


    Le sensed something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what it was. She paused, then decided not to dwell on it.


    She smiled and said, “Tiffany, I really underestimated you. You know martial arts, medicine, and even how to fix security systems. I wonder what other skills you might have.”


    Marissa just smiled and offered no exnation. Then she bent her head and typed, sending a warning message to Connor. “If you mess with the Sanchez family’s surveince system again, I’lle for you, ready to brawl and dismantle your ce!”


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