Chapter 1749:


    Jordy was still on the driveway, hunched over and wincing, nursing his injuries. He looked up at her and tried his best to seem pitiful. “Sandra, I know I was wrong. Please—forgive me. Just give me one more chance. I swear I’ll never hurt you again.”


    Sandra didn’t so much as nce at him. She turned and walked back inside.


    Jordy scrambled to his feet and reached after her, but the bodyguards stepped in without effort, blocking his path.


    Back in the living room, Sandraunched into a full ount of what had happened at Star Restaurant, pulling up the video Kelley had recorded and handing her phone to Brenna.


    Brenna watched it, frowned, and let out a slow, tired sigh. “Next time, maybe choose a boyfriend with a working moralpass.”


    Sandra threw her head back against the cushions. “I probably won’t be dating anyone for a good long while.”


    Just then, the front door opened and Giselle and Shepard came in, with Kalel trotting between them, a toy gun gripped in both hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world. The moment he spotted Brenna, he made a beeline for her with small, determined steps.


    She scooped him up easily. “Where have you been ying, soldier?”


    Kalel, still working on his words, mumbled, “Amusement park.”


    Giselle strolled in twirling a cheap stic pinwheel between her fingers, while Shepard followed close behind with a bright, bobbing balloon.


    Sandra’s expression lifted the moment she saw them. “Dad, Giselle, you’re back.”


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    Giselle got straight to the point. “Did you break up with Jordy? He was making a scene outside, so I had security send him away.”


    Sandra exhaled and rubbed the back of her neck. “Yes, we’re done. He was cheating. Good thing I listened to you and kept an eye on him—otherwise, he would have made a fool out of me.” She leaned forward slightly. “You mentioned setting me up with someone before, didn’t you? I’m ready. I’ll do the blind date.”


    Giselle nodded. “He’s someone I came across at a school reunion—the son of an old ssmate. Steady government job, good family background, owns his own home and car, and he’s both handsome and reliable. His father is a senior government official, and his mother works at the tax bureau—possibly as deputy director by now.”


    It urred to Sandra only then that Giselle hadn’t been pushing her toward just anyone before. The man genuinely sounded like a good match.


    “Thank you, Giselle. I mean it. I’ll go along with whatever you arrange,” she said.


    She was half-expecting Giselle to still be cold about her having turned down the introduction earlier. One nce confirmed it—Giselle’s expression was reserved, and she clearly had no interest in prolonging the conversation.


    Shepard filled the silence with a gentleugh. “When Giselle sets someone up, she doesn’t do it lightly. Men like that are hard toe by. There’s always a queue of people trying to get an introduction, and the women they’re usually matched with are quite remarkable themselves.”


    Sandra felt a flutter of quiet anticipation. She found herself hoping she wouldn’t have to wait long to meet him.


    The following afternoon, Sandra finally finished Kelley’s design draft. She rolled the stiffness from her shoulders, handed the folder to her assistant, and told her to begin gathering materials so production could start first thing in the morning.


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