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    Sandra spent a long while gently scolding Keira, telling her never to gamble again.


    The next morning, Brenna stayed in bed until noon, then slipped into a rxed outfit and grabbed her bag before heading downstairs.


    “Brenna!” Sandra called out, waiting in the living room. She approached her with a shy smile. “I overheard you on the phone yesterday, nning a shopping trip with your friend. Mind if I tag along?”


    Brenna gave her a cool nce and shrugged. “Sure, let’s shop together.”


    Gary took the wheel, with Felix riding shotgun, while Sandra and Brenna settled into the back of the spacious seven-seater MPV. Their first stop was Ellie’s ce.


    Tori flung open the door, her face lighting up with a warm smile as she epted a gift from Brenna.


    “Hello, Mrs. Moore,” Sandra greeted politely.


    Tori’s eyes flickered with curiosity as she noticed Sandra trailing behind Brenna.


    “Come in!” she said to Brenna warmly. “Ellie has been buzzing about you for days, waiting to feel well enough to hit the shops. She is thrilled about today. And this…”


    “is…” Brenna caught the spark of curiosity in Tori’s gaze. “This is my sister, Sandra Harper.”


    Even under Tori’s steady stare, Sandra kept her poise and repeated politely, “Hello, Mrs. Moore.”


    Tori nodded knowingly. She had heard whispers of the Harper family’s illegitimate daughter—such scandals were par for the course in high society. Even a distinguished family like the Harpers wasn’t spared. It made her wonder if a simpler life might be the better path.


    “Oh, Miss Harper, pleasee in as well!” Tori said warmly.


    Ellie emerged, dressed to the nines, with Patrick trailing close behind.


    “Brenna, you slept till noon again?” Ellie said. “I have been waiting for you for a long time.”


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    Patrick’s face lit up as he greeted Brenna, his eyes quicklynding on the bodyguard lugging a massive box behind her. “Whoa, Brenna! What is in this box?” he asked, waving the bodyguard over with excitement.


    The bodyguard shed a grin and helped Patrick unpack it.


    “It’s a model of a drone I designed,” Brenna replied. “Scaled at 1:10. Have fun with it.”


    “Thanks, Brenna!” Patrick eximed, pping his hands as he marveled at the drone. “You can go shopping. I’m staying home to y with this!”


    Ellie gently reminded Patrick, “Be good at home, alright?”


    With that, the group stepped outside and slid into Brenna’s car.


    Sandra couldn’t take her eyes off Ellie. There was something strikingly familiar about her, but the memory danced just out of reach, teasing her thoughts.


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