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    “I’ll get started right away,” Lorna said, already turning to leave.


    As soon as Lorna left, Brenna picked up her phone and called Ethan, asking him to investigate Andres as well


    The following morning, Sandra lingered at the edge of the garage, her eyes trailing after three gleaming vehicles as they rolled out of sight. Five remained, lined up like jewels, each carrying a price tag in the millions.


    “Darrell, which one costs the least?” Sandra asked. She had not even chosen yet, and already her palms were slick with sweat, her legs unsteady beneath her.


    Darrell lifted his hand toward a polished Audi. “That one. Just a little over three million.”


    “That’s the least expensive one?” Sandra was shocked. “It’s worth more than three million!”


    She remembered Andres’ car falling in the same range.


    Darrell gave a short nod. “For the Harper family, that counts as cheap.”


    Sandra lingered in thought, Andres’ words echoing in her head. After weighing it, she let her pride win. How could she lower herself to take the least expensive car?


    Her choicended on a car that better suited a young woman’s taste.


    It carried a price close to ten million, its exterior design understated while the interior shone with luxury. The safety system was unmatched. The moment she settled into the seat, she felt how different this car was from Andres’. She spent some time fussing with the seat controls until she finally found afortable position. Then she gripped the wheel, her movements cautious, though her foot pressed the elerator harder than she intended. Thankfully, the courtyard was wide, and the guards kept their distance, sparing anyone from harm.


    After struggling for quite some time, Sandra finally rolled the car out of the gates. Since she had not driven in years, she kept reminding herself not to speed up, and soon, her pace was so slow that it could barely outmatch an electric bicycle.


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    She edged onto the main road, where the morning rush filled everyne. The sight of so many cars made her grip the wheel tighter, her nerves stretched thin. When the light ahead switched to red, her body stiffened, and in her panic, she pressed the wrong pedal.


    With a loud crash, her car mmed into the vehicle in front, shoving it hard enough to strike the one beyond.


    The sound jolted her. She clutched the wheel as though it were her only anchor, frozen and uncertain of what to do.


    Both drivers of the two cars in the front stepped out to examine the mess. The back of each car was crushed, ss scattered from broken lights, and the hood of the car just ahead of Sandra’s was bent out of shape.


    Sandra nced at her own vehicle. Built with custom reinforcements, it had endured the blow without a single dent.


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