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    Once they reached the ground floor, Sandra found that Andres had truly left.


    She dropped her things onto a chair and quickly dialed his number to apologize. She called several times, but he never picked up.


    “Look what you’ve done. He is upset now and won’t pick up my calls,” she said to Keira.


    Keira let out a sharp breath. “Leave him be. If he truly cares about you, he’ll be the one to call you.”


    Sandra’s nerves frayed. “I finally have a wealthy boyfriend. Why do you keep talking him down? Do you want me to lose him? Why are you like this?” Her frustration spilled over, and another quarrel broke out between Keira and her.


    After what felt like forever, they managed to g down a taxi. Sandra brought Keira back home but didn’t bother making her lunch. She left in a rush, determined to find Andres and offer a proper apology.


    By then, Andres had taken a seat at the Imperial Bar, knocking back drinks with a few friends.


    “That old hag dares to look down on me? Who does she think she is?” Andres growled, venting his anger.


    One of his friends, Decker Robertson, slid a drink into his hand. “Andres, I can send a few guys to rattle her tonight. Let’s see if she still dares to look down on you after that.”


    Andres curled his lip in disdain. “Why would I bother plotting revenge against an elderly woman? Not worth my time.”


    His phone buzzed abruptly—Sandra’s name shed across the screen once more.


    He showed the disy to his friends, who erupted in amused chuckles. Decker, always eager to curry favor with Andres, said, “Sandra is clearly calling to apologize to you. Don’t let her off the hook so easily, Andres. Make her sweat a little—she needs to know you’re angry with her mother.”


    Andres merely nodded, his eyes fixed on the ringing phone, not answering the call.


    Sandra tried calling Andres several times, each attempt met with silence, until she finally gave up.


    “My mother was out of line! Even if she doesn’t like Andres, why confront him so boldly?” she muttered.


    Opening Facebook, she searched for Andres’ ount and crafted a heartfelt apology, but her message was also unanswered.


    Her nned outing with Andres now seemed like a distant dream, canceled by the rift.


    Sandra went to a local supermarket to pick up groceries and essentials before heading home, her mind still tangled in the day’s drama.


    She couldn’t really ignore her mother.


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