Selena had planned it all. She paid off sixteen million dollars in debt and saved the remaining $0,000 for her retirement. (Note: The "00,000" is unclear; it's likely an error.) As for Sandra, Selena wasn't worried. Sandra would marry into the Booth family and become a young mistress. There was nothing better, in Selena's opinion.

Jordan laughed so hard he cried when he heard this. “My goodness! How much did you say? Two million dollars? I'm dying of laughter! Is your daughter worth all that money? Why don't you take a look at her? Are you worthy?” he sneered. It was the best joke he'd heard all year.

He mused, "I have plenty of money and can spend it as I please, but why doesn't Selena consider whether Sandra is even worth two million dollars?" Jordan's disdain was evident.

Selena panicked. “Mr. Booth, don't you like my daughter? How can you say that?”

Jordan spat, “That's right, I like your daughter. I've spent about $400,000 on her this past month! I've been incredibly generous, doing everything she wants, but she's a fierce woman! I haven't even slept with her yet!”

Hearing this, Selena devised a plan. “How about this? You give me money, and I'll help you?”

“Sure,” Jordan replied, laughing ambiguously. “However, I don't know if Sandra is still a virgin. I can only give you $100,000 upfront. After it's done, I'll give you another $100,000.”

“That's too little,” Selena countered.

Jordan sneered. “Don't be shameless. What right do you have to negotiate with me, a wanted criminal? I think you're—" He trailed off.

He explained, "If it weren't for his stubborn eccentricity, he couldn't have slept with Sandra last time. That's why he's so persistent. Otherwise, Sandra is nothing! Plenty of women—prettier and more refined—throw themselves at him."

Selena hesitated. Although it seemed too little, she considered the long-term benefits of Sandra marrying into the Booth family. She nodded in agreement.

Jordan said, “There's no time like the present. Let's do it tonight. I'm not wasting time.”

“Yes, yes. Mr. Booth, come to this address at nine o'clock tonight…” Selena replied.

Meanwhile, Sandra's right eyelid twitched incessantly after returning to school. She was exhausted from lack of sleep and the rampant rumors. She faked illness and took a leave of absence.

For over two hours, she lay in her dorm, waiting for Kenneth. He always rushed to her side when she was sick. But now, she sensed a change; his attention and care seemed to be fading.

When had it started? It was as if Tiffany's personality had changed dramatically, and Kenneth's courtship had ceased. Sandra sneered, filled with self-deprecation. Men were despicable. But she had to admit Tiffany was her biggest obstacle. Since Tiffany’s personality shift, she'd been moving fast, anticipating Sandra's moves and quickly latching onto Richard after dropping Kenneth.

The leaked photos had completely ruined her carefully cultivated image. Even if she claimed they were photoshopped, who would believe her? The damage was done.

Just then, Selena called. “Sandra, I've bought everything. Do you have a plan? Come over and tell me, or I won't feel at ease.”

“Got it, got it,” Sandra replied impatiently, hanging up and getting ready.

She took a taxi to a high-end apartment in the city center, paid for by Selena. The landlord refused a refund, and Selena, still a wanted fugitive, didn't dare to press the issue.

Jordan was waiting impatiently. "Is she here or not?" he demanded.

"She's coming, she's coming. Mr. Booth, don't worry. She'll be here in ten minutes at most!" Jordan waited.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Selena hid Jordan in a bedroom and opened the door for Sandra.

Sandra entered, complaining, “You can't do anything right! You’re even slow opening the door. Did you buy everything?”

“Yes, all set,” Selena replied, producing a large bag. Everything Sandra had requested was there.

Sandra was satisfied. “Alright, then I'll tell you my plan. Time is short. I've decided to act no later than the day after tomorrow…”

As she spoke, Selena approached with a towel. Sandra frowned. "I told you to listen to me! Why are you… Mmph!"

A towel laced with knockout powder covered her face. Sandra struggled, but she was no match for Selena's strength. Dizziness overcame her.

She never imagined that the very tool she planned to use on the Kelley family would be used against her. As her mind clouded, she heard Selena say, “Sandra, I'm doing this for your own good! When you marry into the Booth family and live a good life as a young mistress, don't forget to take care of me, your mother!”

Before losing consciousness, Sandra saw Jordan emerge from a bedroom, a sinister smile on his face. Her final thought: It's over. Everything is over.

The next morning, around noon, Sandra awoke with a sore throat, a pounding head, and bruises all over. The bedroom was in disarray.

The memory of the previous night was nightmarish. She dreamt of Jordan repeatedly slapping her, calling her a pretentious hypocrite who had strung him along. She didn't want to recall what happened afterward. It had to be a dream, right?

As she struggled to get up, Selena entered with a bowl of porridge. Smiling, she said, "You're awake. Eat your breakfast."

Sandra realized it was Selena who had knocked her out. Furious, she coldly asked, “Tell me, how much did you get for selling your daughter so cheaply?”

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