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    Upon seeing Rita, Franco was immediately filled with sadness and hurried over to assist her. He attempted to lift therger box from her shoulder.


    “Let me take that box, Rita. Be careful, and make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”


    Rita paused and turned to face him. “Mr. Britt, I’m worried that it might be too heavy for you.”


    Franco, taken aback, thought she was underestimating his strength. He understood that Rita wasn’t trying to insult him; she simply doubted his ability to handle the hefty box.


    Grasping the bottom of the box with both hands, Franco dered, “I’m a man. I’m stronger than you. Let me handle it.”


    Rita hesitated no more and allowed him to take the box off her shoulder. Franco confidently took on the load, but the very next moment, it felt as though a small mountain had been thrust into his arms, and the box plummeted.


    In reflex, he tightened his grip to prevent the box from hitting the floor, yet he himself fell backward. He crashed to the floor, the box mming onto his stomach.


    “Ouch! Ahem! Ahem!”


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    Pain surged through Franco as he felt his internal organs might burst. His face flushed from the strain, and all he could do was cough weakly. Trying to get up, he struggled to even roll over.


    With a nk expression, Rita lifted the box effortlessly and said without a hint of emotion, “Mr. Britt, I warned you it was too heavy. Why did you insist on trying?”


    Rita hoisted the box onto her shoulder while still gripping the other firmly in her hand, and she made her way into the administrative office. She handled the boxes with ease, effortlessly navigating her way inside.


    Upon entering the office, she gently set the boxes down on the floor. “Boss, these are your parcels,” she announced to Marissa.


    Meanwhile, just outside the door, Franco struggled to his feet. Clutching his aching chest, he gasped for air, his eyes wide with astonishment as he watched Rita. He couldn’t fathom how a girl could possess such strength.


    Marissa, however, paid no mind to Franco’s misfortune. Her attention was fixed solely on the two boxes before her. She had requested that Joziah provide her with a UAV crafted by Windsoul Robots. Concerned about keeping Dr. Finley’s identity a secret, Joziah had one of his subordinates pose as a delivery man to safely transport it.


    The UAV itself waspact, designed to fit neatly within a small box and light enough to be inconspicuous. Yet, Rita had brought tworge, seemingly cumbersome boxes into the office. Marissa guessed Joziah had also included snacks for her and toys for her children in the delivery.


    Her face lit up with a warm smile as she opened the boxes herself. As she had suspected, one box overflowed with an assortment of snacks, while the other brimmed with toys for the children. Tucked among the toys was the much-anticipated UAV.


    Marissa’s smile widened in genuine delight. Joziah, always thoughtful, knew of her fondness for snacks and routinely sent them via courier, often inrge quantities. The snacks she had received before were still far from being finished.


    Since he became aware of her role as a mother to two children, Joziah had also made it a point to include a variety of toys in his shipments for them. What a thoughtful man!


    Araceli’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at the box of snacks. It was clear she had a fondness for them, too. “Tiffany, did you buy all these snacks?”


    Marissa responded casually, “Go ahead, Araceli, help yourself.”


    Rubbing her hands together with excitement, Araceli said, “Thanks, Tiffany. I won’t stand on ceremony then.” She quickly grabbed several bags, ced them on the desk, and began eating.


    Meanwhile, Rita tidied up the desk for Marissa and Araceli, putting the takeout boxes into a garbage bag before taking it out. She then assisted Marissa in organizing the snacks in the cab andter in assembling the UAV.


    Franco, who had been lingering outside, noticed this and confronted Araceli. “This is a workce, not a lounge area. If you have no pressing business, you should head home.”


    “Why would you assume I have no pressing business?” Araceli snapped back. She then turned to Marissa with a hopeful look in her eyes. “Tiffany, would youe with me to the perfume contest?”


    Afraid that Marissa might decline, Araceli hurriedly added, “It’s hosted by Minty Fragrances and Perfumes, a globally renownedpany. They’ve drawn a crowd of perfumers, and many prestigious perfumes will be showcased. It’s a fantastic learning opportunity.”


    Marissa was taken aback, realizing this was the same contest that Silver Fox’s handsome boyfriend entered. “Are you a perfumer as well?” Marissa inquired.


    “No, I’m not,” Araceli replied. “But my boyfriend ispeting. Would you join me to support him? I want to help him win over the audience and boost his morale.”


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