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    Franco’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest—his idol had noticed him! The realization sent a surge of excitement through him. He had actually met Dr. Finley! He needed to tell someone—everyone! Unable to contain himself, he pulled out his phone and started taking pictures, capturing Marissa from every conceivable angle.


    But there was a catch—Connor had strictly instructed that no photos of Dr. Finley be shared without permission. Franco wasn’t about to risk defying his boss, but his excitement was bubbling over. He had to share this moment with someone.


    After a moment’s thought, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He knew exactly who to send the photos to—Marissa.


    Marissa worked at Daniels Group, was once married to Connor, and was also the person he most enjoyed provoking.


    Now, he intended to send her the photos of his idol—not just to brag, but to get back at her for having meddled in his rtionship with Rita.


    After sending the photos, he began typing with smug satisfaction.


    “See these? This is my idol, Dr. Finley! She’s incredible! Aren’t you jealous? Even though you’re the Paul Group’s heiress, Dr. Riss, and the famous artist Only, none of that matters to a tech genius like me. I admire brilliant women, like Dr. Finley. Compared to her, your skills are just surface-level trickspletely unremarkable. Honestly, you don’t evene close to her greatness!”


    Feeling utterly pleased with himself, he added one more message for good measure. “If you want me to treat you better, stop interfering in my rtionship with Rita!”


    Meanwhile, as Marissa walked alongside Connor, her phone vibrated persistently in her pocket.


    Expecting something urgent, she retrieved it—only to be greeted by Franco’s barrage of messages. She skimmed through them, her expression t.


    Then, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she pocketed the phone and turned to Franco with a faint, knowing smile. “Mr. Britt, I’ve heard so much about you,” she said smoothly. “Why don’t you sit next to me during the meetingter?”


    Franco was over the moon. His idol wanted him to sit next to her! Today was officially the best day of his life.


    Franco was overjoyed. Could he really sit next to Dr. Finley at the meeting?


    “Seriously, Dr. Finley?” Franco blurted out, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You actually know about me?”


    Marissa offered him a small, knowing smile. “I already told you—I do.”


    Franco’s face lit up like a traffic light stuck on red. For a few seconds, he was too overwhelmed to speak.


    Nearby, Connor chuckled at Franco’s reaction before nudging Marissa. “Come on, let’s go.”


    Without another nce at Franco, Marissa turned and kept walking, Connor at her side. Franco trailed behind them, practically floating with excitement.


    As he walked, he nced at his phone, hoping for a reply from Marissa. Nothing. The silence gnawed at him, inexplicably frustrating. And before he could stop himself, he started bombarding Marissa with messages again.


    “Tiffany, why aren’t you responding? Are you down in the dumps? Do you also think you don’t measure up to Dr. Finley?”


    “You must be too surprised to speak!”


    “You always acted superior, always scheming to keep Rita away from me. You are evil.”


    “Now that you’ve seen a truly remarkable woman, do you feel a little ashamed? No more of that stuck-up pride? Let’s see if you still have the nerve to look down on me!”


    “Dr. Finley said she knows and admires me. I’ll ask her to be my mentor. I’ll learn from her and be a top tech expert. Let’s see if you can stop me from being with Rita then!”


    Lost in his own excitement, Franco fired off message after message. But Marissa never replied. By the time he snapped out of it, they were already at the conference room door.


    ording to the schedule, Dr. Finley was set to meet briefly with Connor, along with the technical directors from Daniels Group and Windsoul Robots. Everyone else had to wait outside.


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