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    Remaining seated, Brenna made no move to ask Jordy to stay.


    Sandra rose and spoke. “Let me walk Mr. Barton out.”


    Since no one asked him to stay, Jordy felt humiliated, and with no other option, he turned toward the door.


    As they reached the entryway, Sandra reassured him, “Please don’t take offense. Mr. Mitchell is just a little jealous. I actually think your project sounds solid, but I only have twenty million I can put in. Would that be eptable?”


    From their earlier exchange, she already sensed the distance between Jordy and Brenna, and she believed talking with him wouldn’t upset Brenna.


    Jordy’s mood lifted at once at Sandra’s words. Even though Sandra was an illegitimate daughter, she was still part of the Harper family. A union with her, whether through investment or marriage, would be quite advantageous.


    The thought tempted him. He said, “Miss Harper, if you’re truly that interested, why don’t we sit down somewhere and go over the details?”


    Sandra thought about it briefly before replying, “That sounds good. I don’t really understand investments, so would you be willing to guide me?”


    Sandra truly wished to understand how investing worked.


    “Of course. I know a fine restaurant nearby. Let me take you there,” Jordy said.


    Before leaving, Sandra slipped back inside for her purse and told Brenna, “I’ll be out for dinner.” Without another word, she left with Jordy.


    Once Jordy was gone, Ethan’s spirits lifted. It pleased him even more that Brenna hadn’t tried to stop Jordy from leaving.


    Brenna led Ethan upstairs to her room. Her parents and older brother were still out, and dinner wouldn’t begin until Giselle returned home.


    “Sit down for a bit. I need to change,” Brenna said to Ethan.


    The moment she stepped into the dressing room, Ethan’s phone began to ring. Gracie’s name lit up the screen.


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    Ethan hesitated, waiting to see if she would end it, but the call kept ringing. Eventually, he answered. “Gracie, what’s going on?”


    “Ethan, you skipped my wedding with Waldo. At leaste to my birthday party next week.”


    Gracie’s mood was sour. She had just discovered that Waldo was involved with a college girl. He disappeared for nearly a week each month, most likely spending his nights at her ce.


    The marriage had barelysted a few months before Waldo revealed his true nature.


    In her gloom, Gracie found herself thinking of Ethan, convinced no man could everpare to him.


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