My Spoiled Sister Demanded My New Sports Car—Then One Lie Too Many Blew Everything Up

me carefully. “Hey,” she said.

I braced myself. “Hey.”

She looked toward my Corvette visible through the fence. “I have a question.”

My stomach tightened automatically.

“My car’s making a grinding noise,” she said. “My mechanic thinks it’s the transmission. And I have a job interview tomorrow—a really important one.”

Here we go, I thought.

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