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    Sandra’s mind immediately pinned the me on Loretta. “That bitch! Even after I ended things with Andres, she’s still targeting me! It has to be her!”


    Brenna, now fully alert, advised, “Don’t try driving it. The car has multiple cameras; I’ll review the footage to confirm who tampered with it. For now, get out of the car—it could be dangerous. Take a taxi home, and I’ll have someone fix the car.”


    Sandra realized she had narrowly escaped disaster, grateful for the car’s smart alert system—any other vehicle might have led to catastrophe.


    “Alright, thank you,” she said.


    Exiting the parking lot, Sandra spotted Loretta lurking behind a tree, watching her.


    As Sandra approached, Loretta bolted, but Sandra caught up, seized her hair, and struck her repeatedly, demanding, “Did you mess with my brakes?”


    Loretta, feigning ignorance, fought back and retorted, “I don’t know what you mean! Let go, or I’ll call the cops!”


    Sandra, undeterred, pped Loretta harder, leaving vivid handprints and scratches across her face. “Don’t act innocent! My car’s cameras caught you tampering with it. You’ll pay for this!”


    Unleashing all her pent-up rage, Sandra hit Loretta for nearly thirty minutes until Lorettay crumpled on the ground, her hair disheveled, her face marred with marks. Only then did Sandra stop.


    Loretta’s phone had fallen and shattered nearby. She red at Sandra, seething. “I will call the police! You won’t get away with this!”


    Sandra, unfazed, replied, “Go ahead. I’m a Harper, and my family’s connections run deep. Feel free to report me to the police!”


    Tauntingly, she even held out her phone. “Here, do it!”


    Sandra looked at Loretta’s disheveled form, a surge of triumph coursing through her. For the first time, she truly felt the power of wealth.


    Those without money, when struck or humiliated, could only endure in silence.


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    She delivered another sharp kick to Loretta, her voice ringing with indignation. “I can shrug off other people’s taunts, but who do you think you are, unting your arrogance in my face?”


    At that moment, Ethan and Brenna’s car rolled to a stop, their eyes catching the chaotic scene. They stepped out, astonishment flickering across their faces at the sight of Loretta’s pitiful state.


    Brenna’s brow arched as she asked Sandra, “Was this your doing?”


    Sandra’s cheeks flushed, a pang of self-consciousness hitting her. Had her ferocity painted her as too harsh in their eyes? Would they see her as cruel?


    She hurried to exin, her voice betraying her unease. “She sabotaged my car first. If Brenna hadn’t warned me, I could have been in a catastrophic ident.”


    Ethan’s expression remained impassive as he nced at Loretta, a stranger to him. To him, if Sandra had taught her a lesson, it simply meant Loretta wasn’t a good person.


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