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"Sophia." Ares leaned forward. "You are not the girl your grandfather cast out. You are not the charity case who scraped her way into elite circles on charm alone." His eyes held mine. "You are the sole heir to Elena Voss's personal fortune. Which means you own—" "Thirty percent of the Voss Group,"…

"Sophia." Ares leaned forward. "You are not the girl your grandfather cast out. You are not the charity case who scraped her way into elite circles on charm alone." His eyes held mine. "You are the sole heir to Elena Voss's personal fortune. Which means you own—" "Thirty percent of the Voss Group," I said slowly. Reading the document. The numbers rearranging themselves into something enormous. "She left me thirty percent." "Which your grandfather has been illegally drawing dividends from for twe