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    Yet, she doubted he had the mind to orchestrate such a scheme. The true puppet master behind the matter remained a mystery.


    Andres let out a soft chuckle. “Isn’t that the truth? How much did you give her? A hundred thousand? A million? Do you honestly believe that’s enough to make amends for all Sandra has endured?”


    Sandra gently tugged at Andres’ sleeve, her voice urgent. “You’ve got it all wrong. My father isn’t tight-fisted in the least. He gifted me ten million—a fortune by any measure! Andst night, Ernst and Dalton slipped me some extra cash. I’m far from strapped for funds now.”


    Brenna cast a subtle, knowing smile toward Andres, intrigued to see how he would stir the pot further.


    Andres stood momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the situation. He hadn’t anticipated the Harper family setting aside their biases to shower Sandra with such generosity. He had thought that even if Shepard had opened his wallet, Giselle would likely have objected. But he had been wrong.


    What should he say next?


    “Sandra, ten million is a drop in the bucketpared to what Brenna received when she first came back to the Harper family. How much wealth, how many properties, and how many shares did your father hand over to her? Do you have anything like that?” Andres said, certain that the Harper family would never entrust Sandra with shares or real estate.


    As he had expected, Sandra’s face clouded for a moment, her enthusiasm dimming. “Brenna and I aren’t the same. Come on, I’ll bete for work if we don’t move.”


    “What makes you so different from her?” Andres pressed, his tone sharp. “You’re both the daughters of the Harper family, aren’t you? Why the double standard? Sandra, you’re too kind—that is why they walk all over you.”


    Sandra mulled over Andres’ words, torn by the sting of truth hidden inside them. She’d heard the staff gossiping—Brenna got a lot more when she came home than just a check for ten million. That left Sandra with a nagging sense of unfairness, though she also knew Andres was saying that to drive a wedge between her and her family.


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    Even so, he had a point, leaving her at a loss for words.


    Andres couldn’t resist pushing further. He smirked and said, “You call that generosity, Brenna? Ten million might not mean much to you, but for Sandra, it changes everything. You used that to get her to feel gratitude toward you. You im you treat her like a sister, but you roll up in cars worth a fortune while Sandra would have to wait at the bus stop if I didn’t pick her up. Does that sound fair to you? It doesn’t.”


    Without missing a beat, Brenna pointed toward the garage. “She can drive any car in there. She was the one who chose not to drive one.”


    Sandra could see that Brenna’s patience was wearing thin. She’d rather Andres get upset than let Brenna be mad at her. She hurried to exin, “You’re getting it wrong, Andres. Dad told mest night I could use any car I wanted, and if I wasn’tfortable, I could ask the driver to take me anywhere. I just chose not to do that.”


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