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    Rita’sment took Connor aback. Why did he think he would reduce her to a heap of parts and erase her existence from this world?


    Although confused by her words, Connor responded with a cold stare. When Rita saw his reaction, she continued, “But boss’ husband, you can’t tell me what to do. I only follow my boss’ orders. I only do things if she tells me to.”


    Her statement infuriated Connor. He found the nanny’s attitude insufferably arrogant. Before he could reprimand her, Rita added, “I saw you talking with my boss earlier. It seems you’re quite scared of her. I doubt you dare to reduce me to a heap of parts and erase my existence from this world. I’m not scared of you.”


    With that, she followed Marissa. Connor clenched his teeth, watching Rita’s retreating figure but unable to express his frustration. He had never thought he’d be bullied and threatened by a nanny.


    When Marissa approached Arabe’s car, she discovered it was full. It was a limousine with three rows of seats.


    The driver upied the front seat, Cade was in the passenger seat, Arabe and the kids sat in the middle row, and two bodyguards filled the back row to ensure their safety. Arabe and the children were engaged in lively conversation andughter, with no seat reserved for Marissa.


    Arabe looked at her and smiled, “Sweetie, there’s no room for you here. Why don’t you go home in Connor’s car?”


    Marissa’s face fell. Previously, Arabe always made sure to sit with her. Now, she hadn’t saved a seat for her, prioritizing the children. Marissa believed she was losing Arabe’s favor.


    Rita arrived then and took in the scene inside the car before knocking on the front passenger seat window. Cade quickly rolled down the window, ring at the nanny who had upset Arabe. “What do you want?” he demanded sharply.


    With a neutral expression, Rita said, “Youe out! Sit there.”


    Cade gestured towards a minivan parked behind the limousine. “You should recognize your ce in this family. That’s your ride. Who do you think you are, expecting to sit with Mrs. Arabe Daniels?”


    Rita responded confidently, “I must be with the kids. They require my care.”


    Before Cade could respond, Arabe interjected, “Rita, I appreciate that you always look out for the children’s welfare. You are responsible for them. But I’m still upset with you. You can’t ride in my car.”


    Rita turned to Marissa. “Boss?”


    Marissa chuckled. “You’re riding with me, Rita.”


    Marissa then headed towards Connor’s car, with Rita following. Connor’s vehicle also had three rows of seats. Typically, Connor sat in the middle row, Domenic was the driver, Marc sat in the front passenger seat, and Tery upied the backseat, providing security from the front and back.


    When Marissa rode along, she usually joined Connor in the middle row.


    The same setup was in ce today. As Marissa entered the car, she took her usual seat beside Connor.


    Marc rolled down the window, looking puzzled. “Yes? What is it?”


    Pointing to the backseat, Rita said, “You move to the back. I’m sitting here.”


    Domenic, Marc, and Tery stared at her in astonishment. They couldn’t fathom why the nannycked self-awareness


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