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    Her thoughts drifted to the wrecked car from the day before. She said, “Dad, Giselle, Ernst, Brenna, I wanted to talk about the car from yesterday. It took quite a beating, and I’m not sure what the repairs will cost…”


    Shepard’s gaze was steady, his voice free of me. “Don’t worry about the car. The important thing is that you’re alright. We’ll send it for repair. In the meantime, just use one of the others.”


    “Thanks, Dad. I’m just thinking… fixing a ten-million-dor car has got to be expensive. I hope it’s not a huge problem,” Sandra said, watching their faces for any sign of irritation. But no one seemed upset, and another weight lifted off her chest.


    Shepard’s lips quirked into a rare smile. “That car rolled off our own assembly line. Repairs are on us; there’s no billing your way. You’re a Harper heiress. We take care of our own.”


    Relief bubbled out in augh from Sandra. “Guess I forgot for a second. I just hated messing up something that expensive.”


    Shepard waved it off, barely bothered. “It’s just a car, Sandra. Don’t worry about it.”


    Ernst added with a reassuring nod, “The only thing that matters is you’re safe.”


    A small smile grew on Sandra’s face as she realized the truth: the Harper family really were good people.


    Later that morning, Sandra’s bodyguard chauffeured her to work.


    Rolling out with a bodyguard in tow, Sandra finally felt like she belonged to the family in every sense of the word.


    Brenna set out as well, riding with Ethan while Gary followed behind in her car.


    At lunch, in the busypany cafeteria, Brenna and Ethan were glued to their phones. They came across the news of Loretta, spotted sneaking into a hotel with Andres.


    A nasty flood ofments trailed every post about Loretta. Hired trolls piled on, dragging her name through the mud until she was trending for all the worst reasons.


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    Apparently, Loretta had just been dropped from two uing TV dramas, hertest gigs vanishing overnight.


    Brenna read the news, nodding with satisfaction. Mitch had wasted no time striking back, and every blownded exactly where it hurt the most.


    When the workday wrapped up, Sandra made her way over to her mom’s ce. Since the maid hade on board, she hadn’t stopped by as often.


    The ce was tidy, every corner gleaming, and Keira was in an unusually good mood, ambling around outside with the maid.


    “Mom!” Sandra called out, arms loaded down with bags of fresh groceries.


    Keira’s face broke into a broad grin. “Well, look who finally remembered her mother! Haven’t seen you in ages!”


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