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    “Look at this! The Harper family is treating me unjustly!” cried Keira, wrenching herself from Darrell’s grip as she turned to the reporters.


    The blinding bursts of cameras lit up the scene, capturing her every move.


    One of the reporters, a man in the front, leaned forward and asked, “Ms. Evans, is it true that you lost money gambling and came here to demand payment from the Harper family?”


    “Ridiculous! Who told you that?” snapped Keira, her eyes catching on the electronic screen at the entrance, where the scene inside the Harper family’s residence had been broadcasting.


    The feed vanished the moment she noticed it. Only then did she realize just how ruthless the Harper family could be.


    “Ms. Evans, since you already took eleven million dors from the Harper family, how will you be using it? Are you nning to gamble again?”


    “Once that money is gone, will you return to demand even more from the Harper family?”


    “Out of my way!” barked Keira, shoving past the reporters before bolting from the crowd.


    Meanwhile, tension filled the Harper family’s residence. Sandra stood among the gathered rtives, her chest tight with dread that they might throw her out as well. Atst, her eyesnded on Shepard.


    She said, “Dad, I am nothing like my mother. I’m not chasing after wealth. All I want is to belong to this family for real. Please don’t misunderstand my intentions.”


    The sharp stares of the Harper family bore into her, making her feel uneasy.


    Shepard’s face grew stern. Guilt toward his wife weighed heavily on him, and he could not bring himself to meet Giselle’s eyes. At the same time, he also refused to give Sandra even a shred of recognition.


    Atst, Giselle broke the silence, her tone cool. “Sandra, isn’t it? You’ll take the room beside Brenna’s. If you require anything, speak with Julia, the housekeeper.”


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    Julia moved forward with a polite nod. “Miss Sandra Harper, I am in charge of the household. Whatever you need, let me know, and I’ll see what can be arranged from the storeroom.”


    At that moment, Sandra understood she was not wee here. The family’s indifference cut deeper than words, making her feel like nothing more than an outsider.


    “Alright,” Sandra agreed quietly, though in truth she had been hoping for a monthly allowance. Although she worked, she only earned twenty thousand a month, and even that was taken away by Keira. Her job overseas meant staying far from the Harper family, and she was unwilling to let go of the chance to remain close to them. To her, being a Harper carried far more weight than the work she had been doing.


    “Dad, I’ve been thinking of leaving my current job. Would it be possible for me to join the Harper Group?” she asked carefully.


    Shepard’s patience snapped, his mood already sour. “Absolutely not. You studied fashion design, and the Harper Group has no connection to that field. Go look for employment elsewhere.”


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