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    Back in her room, Sandra drafted a polite text turning down Jordy’s offer.


    He called her within seconds. “Sandra,e on, what is wrong with my projects? I was actually trying to help you make more money. You are not going to find anyone else as good as me.”


    Keeping her tone cool, Sandra replied, “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve alreadymitted my funds to Brenna’s cybersecurity project. I don’t have any money left for the projects you mentioned. Maybe another time.”


    Jordyughed softly, recognizing the polite rejection for what it was. So much for getting closer to the Harper family.


    “Alright then. I’ll keep you posted if something goodes up,” he said, forcing a casual tone.


    After the call, Sandra stared at her phone, a quiet sense of relief washing over her. She thought of the two storefronts on the main shopping street she owned. Should she lease them out or start something of her own? Both paths seemed viable.


    A thought sparked—what about a fashion design studio?


    She had the funds and a decent social circle in the upper ss now. Even if the business didn’t take off, she wouldn’t be affected much. Besides, she had made plenty of high-society friends—snagging a few clients should be a breeze.


    Gracie plopped onto the couch, the TV sting some loud reality show, but her eyes were locked on the divorce papers in her hands, a tidal wave of relief crashing over her.


    She hadn’t thought much of Brenna at first, figuring she was all talk. But it turned out Brenna was as sharp as a tack, just like Ethan; she and her two bodyguards had handled Waldo like he was nothing.


    Gracie was finally free from that deadbeat. Not only did she get all her assets back, but Brenna had also twisted Waldo’s arm into signing over three houses, two cars, and five storefronts in Shirie.


    She owed Brenna more than words could cover.


    Maybe she should treat her to a meal soon, pick out something thoughtful as a gift. She couldn’t let a favor like this go unthanked. And if a good project came knocking, she’d make sure Brenna was in the loop.


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    Counting the weeks, she knew her baby was already three months along; it was time for another checkup. Tomorrow, she’d head to the hospital.


    With no family left, this child was all she had.


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