Sandra opened the door, and a piercing gust of cold air slammed into her.The sudden temperature drop erased the little warmth she had just regained and left her so miserable she nearly threw up.She clutched the thin document envelope, her resentment toward Isolde surging to its peak.Noticing her unusual agitation, Alan asked in confusion, "What is it?"Her gaze flickered. She hid the envelope behind her back, guilt flashing across her face."N-Nothing. Just some women's stuff."'Is that so?' Alan shot the delivery man a probing look.…That night, Sandra fell ill. It was a severe cold, and she developed a raging fever.She lay in her bed with her head burning and every muscle aching. She no longer had the strength to get out of bed and personally intercept those deadly deliveries.With no other option, she quietly reassigned five of the bodyguards stationed in the basement.She had them summoned to her bedside and gave her order in a weak but merciless voice. "Five of you
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