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    But she believed that if Andres were to marry anyone, it should be her. She couldn’t let her dream of marrying into wealth slip away


    Loretta looked at Sandra, who, though less stunning than she was, came from a wealthy, influential family.


    Even though Sandra was an illegitimate child andcked real favor within her family, Loretta knew she was still far wealthier than her.


    The sleek, high-end car parked before them was a luxury Loretta could only dream of owning.


    This wealth was precisely why Andres wanted to marry Sandra. It exined how Sandra could so effortlessly im everything Loretta had struggled tirelessly to attain.


    The unfairness gnawed at Loretta, fueling resentment and a refusal to ept defeat.


    She gripped Sandra’s arm, a cunning spark flickering in her eyes as she schemed. If Sandra vowed to stay away from Andres, Loretta would warn her of the impending danger. If not, she would let Sandra face the consequences alone.


    “Tell me, what are you going to do about your rtionship with Andres?” Loretta asked. Although she doubted Sandra was still interested in him, she wanted certainty.


    Sandra, assuming Loretta hade to taunt her, bristled with disdain. “What business is it of yours what happens between me and him?”


    Hearing that, Loretta thought Sandra hadn’tpletely let go of Andres.


    “What do you mean? Didn’t you two end things? Are you nning to reconcile with him?” she asked.


    Sandra, exasperated and done with Loretta’s persistence, snapped, “I would never reconcile with him!”


    Shoving Loretta aside, she got into her car.


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    A chilling smirk crossed Loretta’s face as she turned away, certain that Sandra’s fate was sealed—a deadly crash was imminent.


    Fuming and restless, Sandra sat in her car, only to find it wouldn’t start. The dashboard shed a brake malfunction warning.


    Stunned, she questioned whether the car’s advanced system could truly detect such a fault.


    Repeated attempts to start the vehicle failed, forcing her to call Brenna.


    Engrossed in designing an autonomousbat vehicle, Brenna frowned at the ringing phone. She answered. “What’s wrong?”


    Sandra said, “Your car’s disy says the brakes are malfunctioning. Is it real?”


    Brenna responded, “Yeah. Brake failure is unlikely since I engineered that car myself—it’s top-tier, with a near-zero chance of such issues. So someone likely damaged the brakes on purpose.”


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