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Although he had no idea what his little sister was up to, he had always indulged her. 

“Alright, I will do as you say. Grandpa, your second and third brothers will be arriving later. I’ll go outside to greet the other guests first.” 

Ashlan patted the back of her hand, gave her a few more reminders, and then left. 

After he left, Sandria strolled out at a leisurely pace, leaning against the carved railing of the corridor. She peered into the hall, her wavy hair cascading from her shoulders, looking every bit the queen surveying her subjects from a high 

tower. 

She clearly saw Courtney enter arm–in–arm with Florentino, accompanied by a middle–aged man with a large belly, who was probably Courtney’s family. 

“Uncle, please rest assured, I will take good care of Courty. At the banquet later, I hope you can introduce me to Mr. Schroeder.” Florentino was extremely polite to Lance Mosley. 

“Don’t worry, my dear nephew. Our Mosley family and the Schroeder family are relatives and have always been close. There will definitely be an opportunity.” Lance patted his chest in assurance. 

Florentino’s smile deepened. “Thank you, Uncle.” 

Last time, he had been embarrassed by Ashlan, but this time, he was determined to win. 

From the second floor, Sandria watched it all, a trace of cold mockery flashing in her beautiful fox–like eyes. 

How amusing. 

Did Florentino really think that with Lance leading the way this time, Ashlan would show him respect, and he would- n’t be humiliated like last time? 

The corners of her lips curled into a sly smile. She descended the stairs with lazy steps, walked to a corner of the hall, and picked up a glass of champagne, swirling it lightly. 

She was curious to see just how Florentino planned to curry favor this time! 

She hadn’t been there long. 

“Sandy, you really came!” 

Florentino came over; the Mosley family was not with him. 

They had probably run into acquaintances and gone to socialize. 

Sandria raised an eyebrow but said nothing. 

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Florentino glanced around and, seeing no one else near her, smiled. He knew it–even if she could contact Ashlan, so what? For a banquet of this caliber, only the invitation he gave her could get her in. 

His gaze swept over Sandria’s eye–catching, alluring figure. 

His 

eyes 

flickered, and a hint of displeasure welled up inside him. 

Who told her to dress like this? 

He strode over to Sandria. 

He stopped in front of her, his tone a bit cold. 

“Sandy, I thought you were tough, but didn’t you still use my invitation to get into a place like this?” 

Sandria raised an eyebrow at him, then suddenly burst out laughing, her beauty coming alive in that moment. 

“Oh? Mr. Burnham, what exactly did you come over to say?” 

Florentino felt slighted, and his expression darkened. 

But considering the occasion, he still held himself back. 

He lowered his voice, tinged with displeasure and warning. 

“Alright, Sandy, stop throwing a tantrum. This is such an important occasion, and I let you come–that alone shows my sincerity. If you stay with me, you’ll have a better, broader stage. After the banquet, come to the company and sign the contract with me.” 

Sandria tilted her head, raising an eyebrow at the self–important man before her. 

“A bigger stage?” 

Florentino paused, thinking she was finally giving in. 

He raised his hand and gestured at the hall full of guests, his eyes unable to hide his pride. 

“You see, I’m about to become the Mosley family’s son–in–law, a legitimate in–law of the Schroeder family. Whatever you want, I can give it to you.” 

“But the premise is that you have to behave and stand by my side like you used to.” 

His last words carried a subtle warning. 

Sandria laughed even harder, her body shaking with mirth. Her long wavy hair fell over her chest, half covering and half revealing, making her look even more alluring. 

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