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    Brenna cut straight to the chase. “Who sent you here?”


    Mitch didn’t hesitate. “Loretta. She shelled out two hundred grand for us to take Sandra out.”


    Sandra, just stepping out of her car, felt her heart lurch. She had pegged Andres as the mastermind, furious over her rejection. But the truth was that Loretta was behind all this. That revtion shocked her.


    Yet, on second thought, it made sense.


    Brenna’s lips curled in disdain. “Killing a Harper heiress only needs a measly two hundred thousand?”


    Mitch fumbled, quickly saying, “That’s just how much she paid…”


    Ethan nced at Brenna, his voice a low murmur. “What do you want to do about this?”


    Brenna’s expression turned to steel. “Loretta has gone too far, targeting a Harper.”


    Turning to Sandra, she asked, “How do you want to deal with Loretta?”


    Sandra hadn’t thought that far ahead. She wanted Loretta to pay, no question, but she didn’t dare say she wanted her killed. “I want her to suffer,” she said. “Not dead—ruined. Humiliated so thoroughly that she’ll never recover from it.”


    She met Brenna’s gaze, uncertainty flickering. “Does that make me cruel? Am I a bad person?”


    Brenna shook her head, a faint smile breaking through. “Not in the least. You’re going easy on her. She tried to have you killed, and you’re just teaching her a lesson.”


    Sandra nodded, reassured by Brenna’s words.


    Mitch, ever the opportunist, sensed a chance to jump ship. “Leave it to us. We’ll make sure you’re satisfied. We’ll torch her reputation so badly that she’ll wish she had never crossed you.”


    He had noticed Ethan deferring to Brenna, and that was all the information he needed. Switching allegiance to her—or Ethan—felt like a far better bet than sticking with Alick.


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    A spark of hope gleamed in his eyes. “Miss, just say the word, and it’s done. I’m ready to work for you.”


    Brenna’s icy stare pinned him in ce. “Don’t get too cozy. Do this right, and then we’ll talk.”


    Mitch grinned like he had hit the jackpot. “No worries—I’ll get it done in no time.”


    Brenna could see Mitch was clever, quick totch onto whoever promised a better deal. But guys like him had a weakness—they would switch allegiances the moment a bigger yer showed up. One couldn’t rely on them for anything critical. For now, she would keep him under close watch.


    Mitch stepped forward, all enthusiasm, pitching himself. “Miss, I’m Mitch Kirk. Thrilled to serve you. From here on, I’m your guy. Whatever you need, I’m on it.”


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