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    The employees erupted in cheers.


    On the drive home, Sandra couldn’t stop reying the day in her head. She’d spent a fortune putting up luxury design ads in top locations, yet barely a dozen people had shown interest, and her second store hadn’t drawn a single inquiry. Even the much-hyped promotion had fallen t.


    When she finally stepped through the door, the house was quiet. Everyone had already turned in for the night. No one had waited for her toe back. The Harper family’s indifference hit her hard, leaving a hollow ache in her chest.


    Once she was inside her room, all theposure she’d managed disappeared. She had walked into this so sure of herself, throwing money at every detail, only to crash spectacrly on the very first day. How could she have failed so miserably?


    By Sunday, Brenna slept past noon. With no pressing work, she spent the afternoon over at Ellie’s ce.


    Sandra came home early to join the family for dinner. Spotting her in rtively good spirits, Shepard smiled and asked casually, “So, how’s the promotioning along?”


    For the Harper family, a store sale barely registered—it was pocket change. But since this was Sandra’s first business venture, Shepard decided to show some interest. Normally, no one would have bothered to ask about something like this.


    Sandra’s emotions twisted painfully. Being ignored had stung, but being asked about the matter now left her unsure what to say at all. The weight of it all hit her, and tears slipped down her cheeks before she could stop them.


    “Dad, I’ve disappointed you,” Sandra said, sinking into her seat as sobs overtook her.


    All eyes turned toward her at once. Shepard’s brows knitted in concern as he asked, “What happened? Did someone give you a hard time?”


    Sandra shook her head, unable to form words at first. Brenna quietly handed her a tissue, and she dabbed at her tears. Ernst and Lilith exchanged startled looks, while Dalton slowly set his fork down, his expression tightening.


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    Between sobs, Sandra finally choked out, “Dad, I lost four million in just two days. I’m awful at this. I can’t do anything right. I wasted the family’s money; I’m such a fool…”


    The Harper family’s reaction came as a surprise to Sandra. There was no teasing, no smug “I told you so.” They simply looked at her calmly.


    Sandra was momentarily unsure of how to respond. She had braced herself forughter and mockery, but not this. It was Shepard who broke the silence. He chuckled and said, “You’ve done an amazing job. You’ve never run a business before, yet you came up with such a clever promotion n and made a huge number of sales on your first day. That’s better than what most people could pull off. Now you can use those numbers to bargain for better wholesale terms with the brand.”


    Sandra’s mood lifted. She nodded, a spark of renewed confidence lighting up her face. “You’re right. I did gain something from this.”


    But even as relief settled over her, a question that had been nagging at her since yesterday pushed its way forward. She decided now was the right moment to see where the Harpers really stood.


    She turned toward Brenna and asked curiously, “Brenna, when yourpany started, did Dad and Ernst help you bring in orders?”


    From what she’d seen, the Harpers hadn’t lifted much of a finger to support herunch. None of their friends or business partners hade to shop, and she was displeased with it. Her eyes fixed on Brenna, waiting for the answer.


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