Sarah Exasperated with Philip, I asked him to leave the room. Once alone, I tried to calm myself, still frustrated by his behavior. That annoying and utter jerk! Tss! Exhaustion took over, replacing my anger. I quickly cleaned up and took a brief bath. Finally, I collapsed onto the bed, letting sleep take over and wash away the night's turmoil. Sunlight filtered through the curtains as I stirred the next morning. Reading my unread messages, I found messages from Amir and, unexpectedly, my father—the illustrious Chairman Benner. As I made my way downstairs, I chose to address Amir's message first. Amir: Margarette might have questioned why you're not flaunting your social status. After living in Benner’s mansion for years, people might even mistake Lila for Dad’s daughter. They had the nerve to use your name! I replied: I'm not afraid of them. In fact, I plan to let them enjoy using my name for now. Let them feel the overwhelming attention of the public and influential figures,
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