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Laurel quickly held the boxes in both hands and walked into the building. Because the driver parked right in front of the main building, the people who were training at the backside had no clue she was here. Kit was working at the ground floor when he saw Laurel being up lunch boxes. He immediately left whatever he was doing and took the boxes from her hands. They were not heavy but for Laurel's thin and weak frame it wasn't any less than working out with weights! "You should have called me outside. Where is the driver? He didn't help you bring them in?" Laurel hurriedly stopped him, "He helped me. I can carry them on my own." "I don't doubt your capabilities." Kit lied through his teeth without a change of expression. "But when we are around, you don't have to worry about such smal