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    The door then mmed shut with a resounding bang.


    Outside, rice muttered under her breath, bristling with irritation, “What’s your problem? Your daughter gets rich, and suddenly you’re too good for us? Fine! Hope you lose your other hand, too!” With a scoff, she stormed off.


    Inside, Keira was already dialing Sandra.


    Sandra was engrossed in herputer, sketching clothing designs inspired by the styles she’d seen at Ellie’s studio.


    Every trend, ssic detail, and precise tailoring technique was etched vividly in her memory.


    The phone rang several times before she answered. “Mom, what’s going on?” she asked, her focus still on theputer screen.


    But the next second, Keira’s words stopped her cold.


    “Why didn’t you tell me your father gave you ten million?” Keira demanded, her tone sharp. “Did the rest of the Harpers give you money, too?”


    Sandra’s mind spun. Who could have leaked the truth to Keira?


    Forcing a quick reply to avoid suspicion, she said, “Of course not, Mom. If they’d given me money, don’t you think I’d tell you?” She racked her brain but couldn’t figure out who might have told her mother about that.


    Only the Harpers and their servants knew the matter.


    And Keira had no connections to them.


    “Really?” Keira pressed. “Sandra, are you keeping the matter from me because you think I’ll gamble all your money away?”


    Her voice suddenly lit up with a spark of hope. Having a wealthy daughter wasn’t so bad after all—she wouldn’t have to ask for much. She could steer clear of gambling and just settle for enough to live out her retirement infort.


    “There’s nothing to hide, Mom. The Harpers aren’t that generous,” Sandra said. “If I ever get money, I’ll make sure you’re looked after—new clothes, good food, everything you need. Actually, they’re throwing me a wee party soon. That’s when they’ll officially announce me as part of the family.” She shared the news to change the topic.


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    Sandra’s tactic worked; Keira lit up with excitement. She chuckled. “That’s wonderful, Sandra! Should I attend? I’m your mother, after all…”


    Sandra quickly said, “Don’t even think about it, Mom. You’re not a Harper, so why show up? Do you really think the Harpers will let you attend? I’ll save some of the food for you, alright? And they’ve already given me plenty of dresses, jewelry, and shoes. Once the party’s over, I’ll pass a few pieces along to you.”


    “Fine,” Keira agreed, satisfied. “The jewelry they gave you must be worth a fortune. Send me some; I’ll wear them out and turn heads. But listen—if they give you money, don’t you dare keep it from me. I’m your mother. I’d never take advantage of you. I could also help you handle those Harpers. I’ve always got your back.”


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