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    The Harper familymanded immense influence and respect. Despite Sandra’s identity as an illegitimate daughter, her public acknowledgment demanded deference. Guests vied to curry her favor.


    By the evening’s end, she had connected with dozens on Facebook, including several affluent heirs.


    She didn’t spot Keira.


    Keira had concealed herself behind a pir, cautious of the Harpers’ watchful eyes. After thirty minutes, she slipped out of the hall unnoticed.


    Later, when Sandra went to the dressing room to change, she found Keira inside.


    “Mom, what are you doing here?” Sandra’s voice quivered with panic. She knew the Harpers’ kindness toward her was for show; they didn’t truly ept her. She couldn’t afford to let her mother ruin the party.


    Keira locked the door and whispered urgently, “Check the money on that card. Make sure they’re not deceiving you.”


    Sandra frowned at Keira’s intrusion. The makeup artist, along with Julia and two maids, could return at any moment to assist with her dress.


    “Mom, leave now while there’s nobody else around. If the Harpers see you, it’ll spell disaster.” Her heart raced. She opened the door, saw no one, and hurriedly ushered Keira out.


    Keira was furious. But just then, Julia walked over, and Keira spun around and hurried in the opposite direction, heading into the restroom.


    Then, she called Sandra using her phone. “Check if there’s really money on that card. If they’re tricking you, I’ll make a scene—they’ll be the ones humiliated!”


    She only cared about money. Reputation was meaningless to her.


    Terrified of Keira causing a spectacle, Sandra quickly replied, “Yes, the money’s there. I’ve checked. But I won’t give you a cent. I’m going to use the money to invest. You should leave now. I’ll visit you tomorrow.”


    Just then, Julia approached with the makeup artist.


    Unease gnawing at her, Sandra quickly ended the call and let them assist with her new dress.


    She fumed inwardly. How had Keira sneaked in? What if she’d been caught?


    After donning a fresh gown and refreshing her makeup, Sandra reentered the grand ballroom, her eyes sweeping the space with feigned nonchnce, as though searching for an acquaintance. But in reality, she was looking for Keira.


    Failing to catch sight of her, she presumed Keira had departed and let out a deep breath of relief.


    The event continued well into the early hours. Sandra maintained a refined grin throughout, her facial muscles throbbing with fatigue by the end.


    It was only after 2 a.m. that she arrived back at the Harper mansion. Scrolling through her phone’s directory, now brimming with numbers of wealthy and influential people, she finally felt she had entered the elite circle.


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