Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 328

After those words, as if she couldn’t be bothered to waste another second, Mrs. Taylor hung up right in Sandra’s face.

Sandra stood frozen, clutching her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white, her whole body practically trembling with anger.

She was fuming. Absolutely livid and unwilling to accept what had just happened.

Wasn’t it just a little while ago that everyone looked down on Camila Davis, thought she was useless? And now, suddenly, she was the golden girl—everyone couldn’t stop singing her praises, even Sandra’s own parents used Camila as the perfect example to shame her.

That bitch, Camila—what made her so special, anyway?

It’s not like she did anything herself; she was just lucky enough to get picked up and polished by the Wilson Group. So what gave her the right to suddenly lord it over everyone?

The more Sandra thought about it, the angrier she got. There was no way she was going to accept defeat like this.

So what if it was a summit? She could go, too! There was no way she’d let Camila have all the spotlight to herself.

With that thought fueling her, Sandra stormed off to her room. She ran a hot bath, tossed in some rose petals, then slipped into her sexiest lace nightgown, spritzed on her most expensive perfume, and waited quietly for Jordan Smith to get home.

Jordan finally walked through the door at nine. He didn’t see Sandra at first, but he did spot Daniel.

Daniel seemed to be waiting up for him. The minute Jordan stepped in, Daniel ran over. “Dad Jordan, where have you been? You’re so late!”

Jordan loosened his tie, his voice cool. “What’s up?”

Daniel looked up with big, hopeful eyes. “There’s this limited-edition action figure I want… Today at kindergarten, one of the other kids bragged about having it, and told me I could never afford it. He was showing off! I want to prove him wrong.”

Jordan’s brows furrowed. “That’s not the point, Daniel. You should focus on learning, not showing off to your friends.”

He clearly didn’t approve of Daniel’s attitude, and took the chance to give him a quick lecture.

Daniel’s face fell, disappointment all over it. “But… Mom said, as long as she and Dad Jordan are together, I could have whatever I want…”

Jordan’s frown deepened. Sure, he’d spoiled Daniel before, and usually he’d cave and buy whatever Daniel wanted. But tonight, for some reason, Daniel’s entitled attitude grated on his nerves.

His mind drifted, unbidden, to Lillian and Camila Davis. That mother and daughter never asked him for a thing.

The thought annoyed him even more. With a dismissive wave, he sent Daniel off to bed and headed to his own room.

The moment he pushed the door open, he was hit by a wave of sultry perfume.

He looked up, and there was Sandra, decked out in lingerie, sashaying toward him.

Her figure was curvy in all the right ways, the sheer fabric of her nightgown hinting at everything and nothing. Jordan felt his pulse quicken, desire stirring despite his mood.

As Sandra drew closer, he found himself unable to resist. Things quickly heated up, and before long, her nightgown was little more than scraps on the floor.

Sandra felt a familiar thrill—her tried-and-true method never failed. She pulled out all the stops to please him.

In the heat of the moment, she murmured, “Jordan, I heard there’s a big summit coming up. The Smith Group’s on the guest list, right? Why don’t you take me with you?”

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