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    Brenna turned to Sandra, softening her voice. “Don’t stress about driving. The more you practice, the more confident you’ll get. Don’t let this get to you.”


    Sandra, expecting…


    A reprimand for causing trouble on her first drive, flushed with embarrassment. “You’re not upset with me?”


    “Not at all,” Brenna reassured her. “Now hurry to work—it’s gettingte.” She nced at Andres, then slid into her car and drove off.


    Andres gave Sandra’s car a light pat. “Nice ride. Is this one of the custom-built luxury cars from the Harper family?”


    Sandra nodded. “Yeah, Darrell said it’s one of a kind. Incredibly expensive.” Standing close to Andres, she caught a whiff of alcohol and a strong hint of women’s perfume. Her expression cooled instantly, and she stepped away from him slightly.


    It was only nine in the morning. Who would drink at a business meeting this early?


    Sandra’s displeasure surged. Andres must have lied to her—he’d likely been at a bar, possibly all night, and the perfume suggested he hadn’t been alone.


    Her face hardened, her anger clear.


    “I need to get to work. Thanks for your help today,” she said tly.


    Andres reached for her hand to stop her. “What’s wrong, honey?”


    Sandra pulled away sharply. “Nothing. I’m justte for work. I don’t have time to talk.”


    She then climbed into her car and sped off.


    Andres watched her car disappear into traffic, muttering, “What got into her? Did she figure something out?”


    His phone buzzed, and seeing Loretta Mendez’s name, he answered with a hint of impatience.


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    “We’re done, Loretta. Why are you still calling me? I paid you plenty for the breakup.”


    Loretta, a third-tier actress with modest earnings and fleeting fame, was undeniably striking.


    “Andres, I love you,” she said in a soft voice. “I can’t let you go. I’m waiting for you at the hotel. Pleasee.”


    Her sultry voice melted Andres’s annoyance, and he chuckled softly. “Alright, honey, I’m on my way.”


    Years of chasing women had sharpened Andres’s instincts, and he immediately sensed that Sandra’s displeasure came from noticing something she wasn’t meant to.


    He had just walked out of the Imperial Bar after spending time with two women whose perfume clung stubbornly to his clothes. Sandra must have caught the scent.


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