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    Running out of options, Jordy quickly switched tactics. “Come on, don’t be like that. You said you would partner with me before. It’s only been a few days, and you’ve already changed your mind?”


    Sandra, still standing nearby, looked at Brenna with surprise. “I was actually thinking about putting some money in.


    “I know Skyline Tech by reputation. They’re massive. Would they even let me in as an investor?”


    Jordy tried to sway Brenna. “See? Sandra’s just getting her feet wet in investing and hoping for a solid return. If you go with Skyline Tech, she might get left out of the deal.”


    But it was obvious Sandra was more interested in investing, regardless of which partner Brenna chose.


    Jordy felt hisst bit of hope slipping away, sensing he didn’t stand a chance to pursue Sandra now.


    He looked over at Sandra and urged, “Help me out here; convince Brenna to go with my offer. I’ll give her a fifty-fifty split. There’s no way Skyline Tech will give her that. They’ll just throw her a tinymission per paying customer. You tell me, does that sound better than splitting everything evenly with me?”


    Sandra looked Brenna’s way but stayed silent.


    The realization hit Jordy that Sandra wasn’t nearly as gullible as he’d hoped.


    Unfazed, Brenna handed her car keys to Darrell. “And what if Mr. Loftus offers me a fifty-fifty deal, too?”


    Jordy snorted, the sound thick with sarcasm. “No chance. Only I’m willing to go that high.”


    Brenna just shook her head, a smirk ying on her lips. “Jordy, I am not dumb. Don’t think you can trick me.”


    Without another word, she strode into the house,pletely disregarding Jordy’s desperate shouts behind her.


    Sandra followed her.


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    Jordy didn’t give up, still yelling, “Sandra, talk some sense into her! Sixty-forty split, even seventy-thirty if that’s what it takes!”


    Sandra kept her tone neutral. “Honestly, she’s been at this way longer than I have. I doubt she’d take my advice.”


    After Sandra got inside, her eyes widened at the sight before her. The living room was overflowing with evening gowns, each one more dazzling than thest, glittering with gemstones and radiating elegance in every cut and color.


    Her designer’s eye immediately appraised each dress as being worth a small fortune.


    “Why are there so many dresses here?” Sandra asked, surprised to notice they were all her size. Still, she didn’t think these were for her.


    Julia approached, her voice respectful. “Ms. Harper, these are for you. Mrs. Harper asked me to set them out in your room so you could try them on and see which fits you best.”


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