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    “Bullshit!” Franco spat back, his disdain clear. “He’s not to be trusted. I could tell the moment I saw him. I advised you to end it. Why are you still with him?”


    Araceli frowned, her irritation growing. “I’m an adult, Franco. I manage my own rtionships. Why should I heed your advice? Ernst is both caring and charming. How can you think of him as a deceiver after just one meeting?”


    Franco pointed at his eyes with two fingers, asserting, “I work in high-tech, and my IQ is 280. I don’t make errors in my judgments. Ernst Wright is not someone you can rely on. Ignore my advice at your own peril.”


    “Humph!” Araceli scoffed, clearly unconvinced. “You’re always unting your IQ. Do you really believe that gives you the right to judge everyone? Just because you’re in high-tech doesn’t mean you can look down on others.


    And as for not making mistakes? I don’t believe it. You constantly criticized Tiffany, iming she was worthless. Yet Tiffany has proven herself to be a remarkable woman time and again.


    She’s the renowned artist known as Only, a key member of Dr. Riss’ team, and she’s even treating Glenn’s legs. After all that, how can you still im your judgments are wless?”


    Franco was taken aback after Araceli listed Marissa’s achievements. He found himself deep in thought. However, he soon looked over at Marissa with a look of disdain again.


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    He raised his voice and argued, “Everything you admire about her is nothing but an illusion. Despite her aplishments, I can’t respect someone who manipted Mrs. Arabe Daniels into pressuring Connor into marriage. She doesn’t deserve any respect.”


    Marissa casually rubbed her ear, silently observing the Britts’ quarrel.


    After Franco’s outburst, Araceli’s lips twisted into a smirk. “And how exactly do you know that Connor married Tiffany against his will? Has Connor ever personally confided in you about this?”


    “I’ve seen enough with my own eyes,” Franco replied.


    “Oh, really?” Araceli huffed. “Well, I also trust what I see. I was at Connor’s office earlier and asked him about Tiffany. When he spoke of her, his eyes were just brimming with affection. He’s clearly in love with her.”


    “Huh!” Franco mockingly mimicked her huff. “As if you could discern anything with your slow wit. I don’t believe it.”


    Araceli made a sour face and snorted. “Humph! One of us must be blind, and I think it’s you. Just wait, you’ll be embarrassed one of these days.”


    As she spoke, she grabbed Marissa’s arm. “Ignore my brother, Tiffany. He doesn’t like you, but I do.”


    Marissa’s lips twisted into an amused smile. “Okay.”


    Araceli’s expression brightened. “Want to join me at the perfume contest this afternoon?”


    Actually, after listening to Franco’s earlierments, Marissa began to have some doubts about Araceli’s boyfriend and wanted to see him.


    “What does your boyfriend look like? Is he good-looking? If not, I might skip it.”


    Without hesitation, Araceli whipped out her phone, found a photo, and handed it to Marissa. “Look at this, Tiffany! My boyfriend is really handsome. He could be a model in fashion magazines.”


    Marissa tilted her head to get a better look, and her surprise was palpable. She had seen this man earlier in the morning. He was Silver Fox’s new boyfriend. Silver Fox had mentioned they were nning their wedding already. How could this same guy be Araceli’s boyfriend?


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