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    Brenna was still seated before herputer, sketching out a design. The moment Sandra stepped inside, Brenna snapped herptop shut, her expression frosty.


    Her eyes narrowed as she asked, “Is there something you need?”


    Sandra’s tone softened, her expression earnest. “Brenna, I’m sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have quarreled with you yesterday.”


    Brenna couldn’t understand why Sandra hade to apologize. It wasn’t as if Sandra had suddenly realized what a maniptor Andres was.


    Brenna’s icy attitude made it clear she believed the apology was nothing more than a ploy to regain the Harper family’s support. As the only Harper who had ever backed Sandra, Brenna scoffed at the idea that her remorse might be genuine.


    “You don’t need to say sorry to me,” Brenna stated tly, with no intention of epting the apology or offering Sandra any help in the future. Sandra’s fate was no longer her concern.


    “No,” Sandra replied, sensing Brenna’s frostiness and feeling deep remorse. What had she done to upset Brenna so much? Had Brenna given up on her?


    She couldn’t let that happen; she needed Brenna’s support, no matter what.


    “Brenna, I see my mistake now. You were right about Andres being a yboy. I was blind before. I shouldn’t have questioned you. Please forgive me!”


    She then showed Brenna the photos Loretta had sent. “Look at these.”


    Brenna nced at them, then finally noticed the sorrow and regret in Sandra’s eyes.


    “Good that you see it now. Don’t forget, you’re a member of the Harper family. Plenty of worthy men will pursue you. Andres isn’t worth your time.”


    With that, Brenna turned back to herputer, diving into her work and dismissing Sandra.


    Sandra wanted to say more but realized mending things tonight was impossible. Pressing further would only irritate Brenna. She would try againter.


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    At eleven in the evening, while most people were winding down, Andres felt his night was just beginning.


    At a club, he was surrounded by friends, drinks, and attractive women, enjoying himself.


    He looked at his phone, typing a message to Sandra, a cigarette hanging from his lips, his face twisted in irritation. “I can’t believe she blocked me!”


    Decker sneered, “Andres, Sandra is acting high and mighty, looking down on you. Should we drag her here and put her in her ce? See how smug she is after that!”


    “Idiot!” Andres snapped, frustrated. “You want to mess with the Harper family? Are you trying to get us killed?”


    Decker quickly said, “I was just trying to help you blow off steam. Sandra is too arrogant, giving you attitude. She’s just an illegitimate daughter. Who does she think she is?”


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