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    Sandra’s lips pressed together for a moment, her heart sinking. “I swear, it wasn’t me,” she murmured.


    Ernst’s eyes shed with a spark of anger. “Really? Then why is Andres broadcasting to the world that the Harper family leaves you without pocket money, a house, or a car? That you’re denied shares and treated differently from Brenna?”


    Sandra didn’t know what to say in response.


    After all, those ims were true


    Sandra’s feelings toward Andres soured into resentment. She had trusted him with her secrets, thinking he was someone she could lean on, only to learn he had spread them around. The betrayal burned inside her.


    From now on, she told herself, she would keep her secrets locked away.


    “I understand now. I won’t repeat the mistake,” she said.


    Her eyes flicked around the room, stealing nces at the Harper family members. Each face carried disapproval, and the weight of it made her feel aggrieved.


    Giselle finally spoke. “Take the money. Pick any car from the garage and use it for work. Stop crowding into buses and subways. If you can’t drive, let the family driver take you. You’re a member of the Harper family now, so act like one. Hold your head high, carry yourself with confidence, and prove your value.”


    Though her words had been sharp, Sandra epted the ten million with a steady heart. What a windfall.


    She now had ess to any car in the garage, and her ce within the Harper household was clearly improving.


    Burying her excitement, she said softly, “I’ve never driven before, so I’ll stick to the bus for now.”


    “Do as you please,” Giselle muttered, irritationcing her voice. “If you need something, ask me, Ernst, or Brenna. We’ll provide it. Just keep your mouth shut outside and don’t tarnish the family’s reputation.”


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    “Okay, I understand.”


    This time, Sandra noticed Brenna hadn’t spoken up for her, and she couldn’t figure out the reason.


    Once she returned to her room, her first move was to transfer the money from the bank card into her own ount. She checked the bnce several times, confirming there was indeed an extra ten million sitting there.


    No longer would she need to secretly sell Rosie’s things to scrape together cash.


    Now, she could spend freely and openly.


    How wonderful it felt.


    She didn’t know who had spread those rumors, but she felt she owed them thanks.


    Without them, how else would she have ended up with such a fortune? Her heart bubbled with joy, and she began plotting a shopping spree the very next day—new clothes, stylish bags, and stacks of cosmetics.


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