Cora's mouth twitched with fury. She took a deep breath, turned on her heel, and stormed out of the room.
If this idiot wanted to be a doormat, she wasn't going to stop her. Did Hannah really think she could manipulate her into fighting Sandra for her? What a joke. She was living in the Rosenberg mansion; all the advantages were on her side.
"I've read a lot of news stories," Hannah's voice floated out just as the door was closing. "Many mistresses accompany the couple to finalize the divorce, and the second it's done, they rush off to get married themselves. They don't waste a single second."
Cora froze, her hand gripping the doorknob. She looked back, her mouth open to ask a question, but then she slowly closed it.
She stood there for a long moment, her mind reeling.
That's right... How could she have forgotten about that?
If Sandra pulled a move like that, living in this house would be useless. She'd end up having to serve her new mistress.
She would not let that happen.
Sandra walked a short distance from the Rosenberg estate before reaching her car. She had hoped Hannah would be home late, giving her an excuse to have Lionel drive her home so she could investigate the car herself.
But, of course, Hannah had returned early.
She pursed her lips, thinking of Cora standing there, so young and beautiful, but wearing every emotion on her face. If handled correctly, she could be a very useful weapon.
Screech!
A black Maybach suddenly appeared at the intersection, cutting her off.
Sandra's head slammed against the steering wheel. Wincing, she sat up, ready to get out and curse the driver, but the license plate stopped her cold.
The driver got out, walked to her window, and tapped on the glass.

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