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    After a restless night, she had resolved to confirm it with Brenna. Brenna’s response was cool. “What do you think? If you doubt us, why bother asking me that?”


    With that, she slid into her car and told her driver to go.


    A sudden recollection struck Sandra—she hadn’t properly thanked Brenna for helping her with yesterday’s car ident.


    Hurrying to the car, she tapped on the window.


    Brenna’s expression was icy as she lowered the car window. “Is there something else?”


    “Thank you for sorting out the car ident yesterday,” Sandra said with a faint smile, believing a simple gesture of gratitude sufficed.


    Brenna, unmoved, resolved not to help Sandra in the future.


    “No need for thanks,” she replied curtly.


    At that moment, Sandra’s phone chimed with a message from Andres.


    Hey in Loretta’s bed, groggy, thinking about his promise to drive Sandra to work. Exhaustion pinned him to the sheets.


    “Darling, head to work on your own today. I can’t drive you this time. An international meeting kept me up till dawn. I am drained and need to rest now. I will go see you at noon.”


    Tossing his phone aside, Andres drew Loretta closer, sinking back into slumber.


    Loretta waited until Andres’ breathing turned steady before opening her eyes and checking his phone.


    The lock screen password remained unchanged from before, granting her easy ess.


    She saw Andres’ messages with Sandra. Her expression darkened.


    It was evident Andres was invested in pursuing Sandra, showering her with morning and evening greetings,vish gifts, shared meals, and shopping excursions—his attentiveness surpassing even what he had once shown her.


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    Fury simmered within Loretta. Though she knew Andres’ nature all too well, the sight of her lover wooing another woman still ignited a ze of resentment.


    She scrolled through the entire chat history, her anger intensifying with each message.


    A gnawing fear gripped her—Sandra, hailing from the esteemed Harper family, had a social stature that could easily lead to a marriage with Andres.


    Setting the phone aside, Loretta was lost in thought, sleep slipping further from her grasp as she schemed to nudge Sandra out of the picture.


    Suddenly, an idea sparked. She nestled into Andres’ embrace, smoothed her hair, let the kiss marks on her neck show, and guided his arm around her waist.


    Then, she snapped a series of photos of them in bed using her own phone.


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