Chapter 1748:


    He stepped in front of her car and raised his palm, his voice unsteady. “Sandra, please—give me another chance. I swear I’ll change.”


    “Get lost!” She climbed out of the car, shoved him aside, and walked toward the door.


    Darrell stepped forward. “Miss Harper, should I remove him?”


    “Yes. We’ve broken up.” Her voice was low and tight with fury. She couldn’t bear to look at him. The images ying in her mind were unbearable.


    She turned to the bodyguards behind her. “Teach him a lesson.”


    Darrell and the others moved outside and surrounded Jordy, fistsnding hard and fast until his face was swollen and blood ran down his jaw.


    Even curled on the ground, Jordy kept calling after her, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Sandra—I know I was wrong. Please, just this once. I’ve already ended things with her. It won’t happen again!” But Sandra walked inside without acknowledging a single word.


    A short whileter, Brenna arrived home. Through her car window, she caught sight of the Harper bodyguards standing in a rough circle, fists still flying. Curious, she stepped out for a closer look.


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    When she realized the man at the center of it was Jordy, a softugh escaped her. She saw no reason to intervene, and walked calmly into the house.


    “Brenna, help me!” Jordy called out the moment he spotted her.


    Sandra sat fuming on the sofa, her heel tapping a restless rhythm against the hardwood floor. The moment Brenna walked in, she burst out, “That Jordy! Can you believe he was seeing someone else behind my back? I caught him today. And the nerve of him—he actually had the gall to beg for my forgiveness. Now I understand every reason you’ve ever refused to work with him. He’s absolutely disgusting.”


    Brenna settled beside her, calm as always. “He’s only ever cared about money. Nothing else.”


    Something clicked for Sandra in that moment. When she wasn’t consumed with thoughts of squeezing money out of the Harpers, life in this house was actually quite pleasant. The conversations here were easy and genuine.


    “I don’t even want to breathe the same air as him again,” Sandra muttered. “I’m returning every single thing he’s bought me over the past two years.” She pushed off the sofa and disappeared upstairs. About five minutester, she came back down carrying severalrge shopping bags.


    “That’s… quite a lot,” Brenna said, her eyes moving over the bags, which were visibly stuffed with luxury items. She raised an eyebrow. “These must be worth a small fortune. You’re really ready to let all of it go?”


    Sandra didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I’m not about to be tethered to him by a pile of expensive trinkets. I have my own money now. I don’t need anything of his.”


    And to be fair, Jordy had spent an absurd amount on her over the yearsvish gifts, grand gestures, anything shy enough to distract from his true character. The total had likely climbed toward a hundred million. The jewelry alone could have stocked a small vault, each piecefortably worth over a million.


    Still in her heels, Sandra strode to the front door and hurled the bags outside. “Everything you’ve given me in thest two years—take it back. And don’t you dare show your face in my life again.”


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