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A quiet pang of envy stirred in Sandra’s chest. Brenna’s life seemed a golden tapestry, woven with wealth and opportunity beyond imagination. If only she could im such abundance.
“Did Mr. and Mrs. Harper give Brenna any property?” she asked.
“Of course! When Miss Brenna Harper came back, her parents and brothers showered her with valuable gifts. Everyone witnessed it—there was an entire stack of property deeds.” Cecily’s voice held a subtle thrill as she spoke.
Sandra fought to keep her emotions in check, her heart heavy with longing. The stark contrast between her and Brenna stung deeply. It made sense that Giselle, Ernst, and Dalton, who weren’t bound to her by blood, offered her no tokens of affection. But Shepard was her father—why didn’t he give her anything? Did this mean he deemed her unworthy of being his daughter? The thought gnawed at her, leaving her cloaked in sadness.<fne492> This content belongs to F?nd-Novel</fne492>
Determined to understand more about the family, Sandra asked Cecily a flurry of questions about the Harpers. Once her curiosity was sated, she slipped a luxurious skincare set from the storage cab and handed it to Cecily. “Please don’t tell anyone about our conversation today.”
Cecily nodded with a knowing smile, epting the gift. “Don’t worry; I know what to share and what to keep secret.”
Gazing at the cab brimming with high-end skincare treasures, Sandra made a bold choice. She plucked another set, nning to sell it discreetly for some extra pocket money.
The next morning, Sandra swapped her usual bag for a roomy tote, carefully tucking two small, pristine handbags inside. These were Rosie’s purchases, untouched with tags still attached, promising a handsome price if sold—perhaps eighty percent of their original value.
At the office, Sandra quietly confided in two colleagues about selling the bags. The colleagues found the pieces too expensive and rmended she try her luck at a boutique. Heeding their advice, Sandra visited a chic boutique.
The store clerk meticulously examined the items, confirming their authenticity. “Miss, we can offer sixty percent of the boutique price for these,” the clerk said.
Sandra shook her head, standing her ground. “These are authentic, brand-new, never touched. I won’t settle for less than eighty percent.”
After a spirited haggle, Sandra triumphed, selling the two bags and the skincare set for a tidy sum of three hundred and seventy thousand dors.
As she nced at her boosted bank bnce, a sigh escaped her lips. Earning enough to buy such luxuries would have taken years of toil for her. Her resolve hardened. She was determined to integrate into the Harper family and embrace a life of opulence.
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Sandra felt happy today and splurged on a meal. The moment she stepped into that swanky restaurant, she ordered the priciest steak, some foie gras she could barely pronounce, and a lineup of fancy dishes she’d only ever seen on TV. She finished it off with a dainty cake and let herself enjoy two sses of good red wine, running up a bill that crossed the ten-thousand-dor mark. A rush of satisfaction washed over her. Atst, she could taste the life she used to dream about as a little girl, where money was never a worry.
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