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    Sandra sighed, her eyes falling on her mother’s injuries. Concerned, she approached the door and timidly said to the guard, “Excuse me, my mom’s hurt. Can we get some medicine?”


    The guard’s expression was cold. “Wait for a moment.” He then went to the opposite room to consult Darrell.


    Keira dismissed her wounds as trivial. She limped to the window, scanning the busy street below, lined with cars. She searched for the paparazzo she had reached out to.


    After searching for a while, she still couldn’t find him. She eximed, “Did he take my money and vanish, afraid of the Harpers?”


    Reaching into her underwear, she pulled out a hidden phone, much to Sandra’s shock.


    “Mom! You’ve got another phone? I thought we werepletely at their mercy!”


    Keira gave a sly grin. “I’m always one step ahead. I knew the Harpers would treat us this way. Rich people can be ruthless, all of them. If they actually let you stay with them, I would be worried. Once they confirm you’re Shepard’s daughter, they’ll treat you right. If things go well, I might even be Mrs. Harper.”<fn9ed0> For original chapters go to FindN0vel</fn9ed0>


    Sandra stared at her mother, dumbfounded. She had thought her mother’s im was nonsense and that the DNA test was fake. But now, Keira’s unshakable confidence made her waver. She was almost convinced that she was indeed a Harper, and the thought sent a thrill through her.


    The call connected, and Keira’s voice cut through the line. “It’s me. A few days ago, I told you to keep an eye on the Harpers and track my movements. Did you get the videos and photos?”


    A young man’s voice came through. “Rx, it’s all handled. I’ve got everything ready to go. If this story breaks, I’ll be raking in a fortune.”


    “Good. Release it now; post it across every major tform. I’ve already paid you, haven’t I? Secure the trending spots, and don’t skimp on the cost. Do it right, and I’ll give you more money.”


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    Keira ended the call, then quickly snapped a series of photos of her and Sandra’s injuries, sending the images to the paparazzo.


    She powered off her phone and stashed it carefully, ensuring the security outside wouldn’t find it.


    When the door swung open abruptly, both Keira and Sandra froze, their hearts racing, terrified their phone use had been detected.


    Bracing for another burst of violence, they were stunned when the guard handed them a bottle of ointment. “For the swelling and bruises. Apply it.” He scanned the room, found nothing suspicious, and then left, shutting the door behind him.


    Sandra crept after him, peering through the peephole to see the guard still stationed outside.


    She watched for a moment, noting the unwavering vignce of the two guards at their posts outside their room.


    Her heart burned with resentment toward the Harpers. She vowed that if they acknowledged her and let her into their family, she’d seize every chance to im their wealth—for her mother’s sake.


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