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    Hearing the employee’s update, Silver Fox rubbed her nose and wondered if it was due to her curse. She had just yfully cursed him to get stuck in an elevator, and now he really was trapped inside one.


    Silver Fox burst intoughter. “Hahaha.”


    Marissa gave her a puzzled look. “What’s so funny?”


    Still chuckling, Silver Fox pointed at the elevator. “I cursed him. Can you believe it? I feel like I’ve got magical powers or something.”


    Marissa’s lips twitched in amusement. “You really should stop being so childish. The staff of Daniels Group are quitepetent. They’ll free Bu soon enough. Let’s head upstairs.”


    “Alright,” Silver Fox agreed amiably. She followed Marissa into another elevator and, once inside, continued in a yful tone, “Since my words seem to have such power today, I’ll wish for Bu to choke on his water.”


    Marissa couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Let’s hope that does happen.”


    The news of Bu’s elevator mishap had clearly brightened Silver Fox’s day. Thinking she would meet Rita soon, she turned to Marissa. “Is the Rita working for you the same one that you sent away for maintenance and upgrade?”


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    “Yes, she is,” replied Marissa.


    Silver Fox’s face lit up with anticipation. “I can’t wait to meet her. What does she look like now, after all the changes?”


    “She looks the same on the outside,” Marissa exined. “But she’s almost indistinguishable from a human now. Her intelligence and adaptability have significantly improved.”


    “That sounds amazing. I’ll have to put her to a testter,” mused Silver Fox. She then remembered something else. “By the way, I haven’t yet met the kids you’re raising for your sister. What do they look like? When can I see them?”


    With a warm smile, Marissa spoke of the children. “They’re absolutely lovely—charming, smart, and just a joy to be around. Why don’t you pick them up from kindergarten with Ritater? Then you’ll meet them.”


    “That sounds like a perfect n. I’ll take them to my ce,” Silver Fox said, her enthusiasm palpable. But then her expression fell. “Except I don’t actually have a ce here in Blebert. I’m still in debt.”


    Seeing her friend’s sudden gloom, Marissa chuckled and handed her a key. “Why don’t you stay at Wave Mansion for a while?”


    Silver Fox inspected the logo on the key and couldn’t contain her excitement. “Wave Mansion? One of the most opulent ces in Blebert! ck Snake, I’m beyond lucky to be with you. My loyalty is yours forever. You’re stuck with me now.”


    As they conversed, the elevator reached the 19th floor, the location of the Coborative Research and Development Department. They were early, and the floor was still quiet, with many employees yet to arrive, including Franco and Aracel.


    Since Silver Fox was an outsider, Marissa couldn’t take her into the department due topany policies. Instead, she guided Silver Fox to a reception room to wait for Aracel’s arrival.


    Marissa then proceeded to Connor’s office. Upon reaching the top floor, she noticed Marc and Terry waiting just outside as the elevator doors opened.


    Seeing her, they immediately expressed their concern. “How did it gost night, chief instructor?” they asked.


    “Everything went well,” responded Marissa, stepping out of the elevator.


    With no one else in sight, she lowered her voice. “Also, White Mallow has arrived in Blebert. She’ll be joining us for this mission.”


    The mention of White Mallow sparked excitement in both Marc and Terry.


    “I haven’t seen White Mallow in years,” Terry whispered, his voice tinged with anticipation.


    Marc added with a sigh, “White Mallow may not be on par with our chief instructor, but she’s certainly better than us. With her on board, our chances of sess just got a boost.”


    Marissa gave a curt nod, reminding them, “Keep it low-key, and remember, this stays between us.”


    Both Marc and Terry nodded in agreement.


    Marissa then continued towards Connor’s office. Inside, Connor was busy signing a document, and Domenic stood by waiting.


    As Marissa entered, Domenic greeted her warmly. “Good morning, Miss Nash.”


    She nodded back at him and handed the breakfast she bought to Connor. “Here, I picked up breakfast for you. Now you can’t grumble about being neglected.”


    Connor, setting his pen aside, eagerly opened the bag to see what she had brought


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