CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWOSOPHIA My grandfather was quiet, wstching me with a guarded look on his face. "Why are you looking at me like that? Someone has been living as me for months...do you really think that I wouldn't know about it?" I smirked coldly as the words left my mouth. He stared at me in disbelief, as if he could not believe that I knew these things. I shook my head in disdain, he was always like this. Always thinking me of as some idiot who knew nothing. Rolling my eyes, I took a seat on the couch opposite him, "you let it happen for so many months? Can I assume that you have something to do with this, grandfather?" I asked him. He turned to look at me sharply, "what do you mean, Sophia?" He demanded to know harshly. I shrugged, "I don't mean anything, I just want to know what your plans are, and if they are going to clash with the plans that I have," I muttered. Marco always liked to brag about how he knew me the best, because he was the one who raised me. It wasn't a
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