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    After much inner turmoil, Sansa finally steeled herself. “Miss Byrd, I’m ready to work for you,” she dered, her voice trembling but resolute.


    And just like that, Sansa slipped back into rissa’s grasp, ying the pawn in her intricate game. Life briefly sparkled with the allure of carefree days and the glint of a fifty-million-dor windfall—until Paul’s return shattered the calm. With rissa’s instructions in hand, Sansa set her scheme in motion.


    She stormed to the Nash family’s grand mansion, putting on a show worthy of a theater’s stage. Her wails and dramatic antics rattled the air, and she demanded her daughter back in a spectacle loud enough to shake the walls. Themotion ensured everyst member of the Nash n was now privy to her grievances.


    Right now, the family turned to Marissa, their gazes heavy with suspicion.


    Marissa descended the stairs with the poise of a queen stepping into a battlefield. Yet, one n member couldn’t hold back, blurting out, “Tiffany, is there any truth to Sansa’s wild ims? Did you really imprison A?”


    “If it’s true, why on earth would you do such a thing?” another voice chimed in,den with incredulity.


    “Sansa and A may have wronged you in the past, but haven’t you already had your revenge? I heard they were left homeless and begging after being cast out of the Nash family. They’ve sunk to such miserable depths, and still, you won’t let them be?”


    “Sure, they were at fault first, but A is your blood. Can’t you find it in your heart to be less cruel? Do you really have to be this merciless?”


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    The murmurs of the crowd swelled like a rising tide, emboldening Sansa to seize the moment. Tears streamed down her face as she wailed dramatically. “Dear family, I implore you to take my side! Tiffany has locked up my poor A, and who knows what unspeakable horrors she subjects her to every day? I can’t even see my own daughter—it’s worse than death!”


    Turning to Rex, she clung to his arm like a drowning woman grasping a lifeline. “Rex, A is your flesh and blood! Please, plead with your brother to intervene and make Tiffany release our daughter! If we don’t get her back soon, I fear she’ll meet a cruel end at Tiffany’s hands.”


    Rex was shaken to his core by Sansa’s impassioned plea. His resolve wavered, and desperation took hold. He dropped to his knees before Brian, his voice trembling with raw emotion. “Brian, I’m begging you, please, make Tiffany let A go. She’s my only daughter, my flesh and blood. If anything happens to her, I don’t think I could go on living.”


    Rex had always been meek. Following a harsh punishment orchestrated by Marissa and Landen, where they forced him to kneel on dog poop daily, his demeanor grew even more subdued, and his appearance increasingly haggard.


    The sight of him, frail and weeping on the floor, stirred pity among the Nash family members. Despite their internal disputes, blood ties ran deep.


    Rex used to stand at the helm of the Nash family, leading the entire family.


    All eyes then shifted to Paul, who remained seated, his expression obscured by a mask, his posture as solid and unyielding as stone.


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