Chapter 1490:


    Seizing the moment to bridge the gap, Sandra spoke quickly. “You wouldn’t appreciate others meddling in your rtionship, and neither do I. But I know your concern for mees from a good ce, and I don’t hold it against you. Let’s stay close, like true sisters. Include me in your gatherings and events in the future, won’t you?”


    Brenna’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So, after all that talk about keeping out of your affairs, you still want the perks of my connections. Do you think you can get everything you want?”


    Sandra’s heart sank, a wave of disappointment washing over her as she realized her n might have failed.


    “I…” she began, faltering.


    Brenna, unmoved, pulled a pair of pajamas from her wardrobe, her tone dismissive. “I’m about to shower. Please see yourself out.”


    Refusing to let the conversation end, Sandra pressed on, saying, “Brenna, that is not what I meant. I only want to say that I trust my judgment about Andres. He’ll leave his old ways behind for me. He is every bit as great as Mr. Mitchell.”


    Returning to her room, Sandra nced at the array of lipsticks and thevish bouquet of roses, her heart untouched by their allure.


    After a shower, she settled at her vanity, gazing at her reflection—stunning and poised, draped in luxurious designer pajamas. Yet, despite her seemingly charmed existence, why had fate entangled her with a yboy?


    The photo from Ethan’s phone lingered in her mind—Andres nked by women in revealing clothes, their lips pressed to his cheeks in brazen affection.


    Her conviction grew that Andres was far from honorable, and with each passing thought, her indignation red.


    So, she left his goodnight message unanswered.


    Even when she slept, her dreams betrayed her, painting Andres as a faithless man surrounded by countless women, eventually jolting her awake.


    Updates loaded now at gα?ησνe?s


    The following morning, Sandra’s expression was shadowed with displeasure.


    At breakfast, she noticed Brenna’s unaffected demeanor and Giselle’s lively chatter andughter.


    “Good morning,” she greeted them warmly, her voice carrying a hopeful note.


    Their replies reassured her, making her believe that Brenna had let go of the previous night’s discord.


    A wave of relief washed over her.


    As she strolled out with Brenna after breakfast, Sandra could no longer suppress the question that had gnawed at her through the night.


    “Brenna, was the photo Mr. Mitchell showed mest evening genuine?” Her voice wavered with doubt. She suspected Ethan might have fabricated the photo, yet its vivid rity made it look real.


    .


    .


    .<hr>


    Message from Noah: Sorry for the dy, dear ones. I wanted to bring as many chapters as I could—there were 18 novels, so it was a lot to go through. Still, I hope you enjoyed the chapters. God loves you, and Noah wishes you all the best. (?O?=)? ?


    .