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    Ethan gave a low chuckle. “That’s rough. If you need my help, just ask.”


    Sandra walked, wrestling with her emotions, and eventually unblocked Keira’s number on her phone. Almost instantly, her phone started to ring with a call from Keira.


    Her voice shrieked through the speaker, frantic with fear. “Sandra, you have to save me! They’re about to chop off my arm. Beg the Harper family for help, please!”


    The chaos in the background, the sharp m of a knife on the table, sent chills through Sandra’s body, her legs nearly giving out.


    “Mom, how much did you lose this time?” Sandra shouted, unable to hold back her anger. The nightmare she’d feared wasing true. Those casino thugs were brutal. They’d really mutte someone over a debt.


    “Eight hundred million!” Keira replied.


    Sandra’s voice shook with desperation as she shouted into the phone, “Isn’t eight hundred million already arge sum? Tell me! If that doesn’t count as astronomical, then what does?”


    On the other end of the line, a man responded with icy indifference, “You’ve got two hours to send the money. If you miss the deadline, your mother loses her hands.”


    Keira was sobbing in terror, surrounded by a group of men. One of them pinned her down while another lifted an axe, ready to bring it down.


    “Please, Sandra! Call your father and get the money for me! There are only two hours left. If you wait any longer, I’m really going to lose my hands!” she cried out, panic in her voice.


    A man shoved a slip of paper at Keira’s face. “Read the ount number. Now.” A sharp crack sounded as a whip tore into Keira’s back, drawing blood.


    “Ah!” Keira shrieked in pain.


    The sound made Sandra’s heart race as it echoed in her ears.


    “Read it! Quit stalling!” the man barked.


    “Ah…” Keira could barely get a word out before the whip struck her again. The swelling bruises across her back were impossible to ignore. Her face went ghostly pale as she pleaded, her words tumbling out through sobs, “I’ll do it. Please, just stop hitting me! Sandra, I promise this is thest time. I’ll never gamble again. Just help me. The ount number is…”


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    Sandra didn’t write down a single digit. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and she listened,pletely overwhelmed by frustration and disbelief.


    By the time Keira finished speaking, Sandra was barely holding back her tears. Keira continued, “Please, Sandra, you have to move fast. Just ask your father, and he’ll help. We’re almost out of time. If you don’t act soon, they’re really going to hurt me.”


    Her screams and the relentless snap of the whip cut through the phone once more. The man’s voice grew sharper. “Be quick. Our patience is wearing thin.” Then the call ended abruptly.


    Sandra stood by the side of the road, sobbing,pletely alone.


    She already knew Shepard and Giselle wouldn’t give her a single cent, even if the amount were much smaller. Even if they did help her, she’d be finished in the family’s eyes. Everything she and Keira had worked for would be destroyed. Every dream she had of living in luxury would turn out to be nothing more than wishful thinking.


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