Tiffany doubted Sandra's sincerity. "I don't believe a word she says," Tiffany thought.

Sandra continued, "It's been so long. I should have thought things through. Tiffany, I was wrong. I shouldn't have fought with you over Kenneth, and I shouldn't have acted out of jealousy…"

"I believe that last sentence," Tiffany replied, a smile playing on her lips. "Who wouldn't be jealous of a beautiful face? I understand."

Tiffany's subtle dig at Sandra's appearance left Sandra speechless, struggling to contain her anger. "Well, this is an irrefutable fact!" Sandra thought. "Many people admire Tiffany's beauty, not just her family background."

Sandra, attempting to regain composure, said, "I must admit, I'm not unattractive myself. I have beautiful features and always look refined and graceful. People appreciate me. Unfortunately, next to Tiffany, my beauty pales in comparison." She managed a shaky smile. "Tiffany, I sincerely apologize. Can you forgive me?"

Sandra braced herself for mockery, but was surprised by Tiffany's unexpected acceptance. "Alright, since you're so self-aware, of course I'll let you off," Tiffany said, her tone matching her usual arrogant demeanor.

Sandra smiled, gesturing towards their wine glasses. "Thank you, Tiffany. After this toast, we'll leave each other alone."

"I'd like that," Tiffany replied, smiling.

Tiffany initially reached for Sandra's glass, but changed her mind, picking up her own instead. Their glasses clinked. They drained their drinks.

Once Tiffany finished her wine, Sandra subtly lowered her eyes, concealing the sinister plan behind them. The wine contained the same drug she’d given Kenneth, but with a higher dose. Sandra smirked, thinking, "Oh, Tiffany, you idiot. You look smart, but praise makes you complacent. Why would I lower myself to beg for peace without ulterior motives?"

Their agreement to avoid each other was a temporary truce, a necessary evil. Sandra's smile widened. "Tiffany, why is your face red? Are you drunk? Let me take you upstairs to lie down."

Tiffany, feeling lightheaded from the unexpectedly strong wine, agreed. Sandra's excitement grew as she watched Tiffany stumble. This was her chance to destroy Tiffany.

All guests were assigned rooms upstairs. Sandra led Tiffany to the elevator.

"Are we going to a guest room?" Tiffany asked.

"Yes," Sandra replied smoothly. "The hotel provides rooms for guests. It's very convenient. And I've prepared a big gift for you."

A man was waiting in the room Sandra had arranged. The plan was obvious. In her anticipation, Sandra didn't notice her own rising temperature, attributing it solely to excitement.

"Is this the only room?" Tiffany asked casually. "This room doesn't have a nice view. Let's change."

The Harpers had booked several floors. Guests had free choice of rooms.

"Oh no," Sandra said, quickening her pace, "I've already taken the room card. It's too much trouble to change now." She opened the door, her gentle expression replaced by a sneer. "Get in there!" She pushed Tiffany.

But in a swift move, they switched places. Tiffany pushed Sandra into the room, saying with a faint smile, "Why are you in such a hurry? You go first."

The door closed. The man inside, impatient, immediately accosted Sandra.

Tiffany, having anticipated Sandra's scheme from the moment the apology was offered, knew Sandra had spiked the wine. However, Tiffany was immune to drugs. Her reaction was an act. She, in turn, had drugged Sandra's wine.

Unmoved by the sounds from the room, Tiffany left. She encountered Kenneth and several angry men in the elevator. A waiter explained that Sandra had been found in the room with a man, and Kenneth was coming to rescue her, blaming Tiffany. The waiter had been bribed by Sandra to make Tiffany appear to be the guilty party.

Kenneth burst into the room. Sandra, drugged and disoriented, was with the man. Seeing Kenneth, she struggled and cried for help. Tiffany had successfully turned the tables, making Sandra the victim.