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    The car owner stiffened almost instantly. Clearly, this woman wasn’t as naive as he assumed.


    Not long after, Andres’s reply came through.


    “Don’t fall for it. He’s lying. That model is a cheap one, barely worth over thirty thousand.”


    Sandra turned back to the man, her expression icy. “My boyfriend says your car isn’t worth much.”


    She eyed him with clear disdain, noting how his outfit looked in and was worth less than a thousand.


    Nearby, the other car owner spoke with the insurance representative about his own damages. At first, he considered squeezing Sandra for money as well, but the moment he saw her calling someone for help, he quickly gave up on the thought.


    Sandra might not have been familiar with cars or the procedures after a car ident, yet her elegant car and refined appearance made it obvious she was wealthy—and not an easy target.


    The middle-aged man, failing to get his way, grew visibly irritated. Checking his phone, he muttered, “It’s already nine o’clock. I’mte for work now, so you’ll have to pay for my wasted time. You need to give me twenty thousand for that.” Since he couldn’t extort a hundred thousand, surely he could get twenty thousand?


    Right then, Brenna pulled up, and Andres arrived as well.


    “Sandra, are you alright?” Andres asked quickly, concern in his eyes as he looked her over. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”


    Sandra’s heart warmed at his words. She looked at him and said softly, “Weren’t you in the middle of an important business negotiation? You don’t need to worry. I can handle this on my own.”


    Turning toward her sister, she added, “Brenna is here. She can help me manage everything. You should go back so you won’t miss your business opportunity.”


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    Andres responded with a gentle smile, taking Sandra’s hand into his. “You are what matters the most. Money can wait. I can earn it again. Leave this matter to me. You don’t need to stress over it.”


    Sandra’s chest swelled with happiness. “You’re always so good to me!”


    Brenna rolled her eyes at their disy and turned her attention to the car. She had designed the car herself, and it did not let her down. Despite the heavy collision earlier, the car was fine—without even a scratch.


    She finished speaking with the traffic officers, then wrapped up her discussion with the insurancepany, leaving her contact details.


    Brenna turned to the two car owners. “Those two cars up front belong to you, correct?”


    The younger of the two nodded quickly, his manner respectful. From the way Brenna carried herself, he realized she was different from the wealthy woman earlier—she was far more refined.


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