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    Dropping that much cash on a meal without batting an eye made her feel like she finally belonged in the world of the rich.


    Still, she stopped herself from buying anything shy—no designer clothes, no high-end bags. If the Harper family saw her buy new things, they would ask how she had gotten the money. She decided she’d keep her little celebration under the radar. At least for now, she wouldn’t bring home any expensive items.


    But she still wanted to reward herself with something. When she passed by a beauty salon, she stepped inside. Without a second thought, she booked the most exclusive treatment they offered, dropping another ten grand on a luxury facial she’d always secretly wanted but never dared try.


    When evening came and she finally made it back to her room, Sandra began rummaging through the valuables left behind by Rosie. To her amazement, there was a treasure trove waiting for her—jewelry from Rosie, including jade bangles, pink pearl earrings, and a variety of glittering trinkets. Three nes caught her eye, delicate and unique, but no matter how much she searched online, she couldn’t find any information about them.


    The collection didn’t end there. She sifted through a pile of bracelets and anklets, though she didn’t know whether they were worth something or not. All these items had belonged to Rosie, collected over the years but hardly ever worn. Some, Sandra realized, were even from the royal family of Plieca.


    Staring at the jewelry covering her table, Sandra couldn’t help but wonder how much it would all be worth if she ever decided to sell. The idea of cashing in was tempting, but selling these items all at once was risky; if the Harper family discovered what she did, she would be in trouble. Sandra decided it was best…<fn59ab> Newest update provided by f?ndnovel</fn59ab>


    Not to sell them for now, especially since she still had some money. Besides, things would be much easier for her once she was truly epted by the Harper family.


    On top of the jewelry, Rosie had left behind a mountain of handbags—luxury brands lined up on her bed, each more extravagant than thest, and not a single one valued at less than fifty thousand.


    Luck finally seemed to be swinging Sandra’s way.


    As she admired her secret stash, her phone started buzzing, snapping her out of her thoughts. One nce at her phone revealed Keira’s name, and with her spirits still riding high, Sandra answered the call.


    Keira’s shaky voice broke through, soft and soaked with tears. “Sandra? Are you busy right now?”


    A pause hung in the air, heavy with something unsaid.


    Memories of Keira’s recent gambling escapades surfaced, and Sandra’s good mood evaporated. Her gaze swept over the jewelry and bags in her room, and worry crept in. Would she end up selling her treasures to bail Keira out this time?


    Sandra’s tone turned sharp. “Let me guess. You’ve lost money, haven’t you?”


    Keira’s answer came with a fresh wave of sobbing. “A couple of days ago, things were going so well. I actually won hundreds of thousands! But then I went abroad, and just like that, I lost eleven million in a few hours. I don’t even have the money to get back home. Please, Sandra, you have to help me. I’m desperate.”


    Before Sandra could reply, Corinna’s voice echoed on Keira’s end, cool and casual in the background. “Don’t worry, Keira. The casino will give you a loan if you ask. Your luck could turn any minute.”


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