I arrived at the Sherman Group launch event, every detail of my outfit chosen to command attention. From the stage, I spotted Nathan below, weaving desperately through the crowd, begging one person after another for help. Night after night, Nathan flung himself into dinners, parties, and endless networking, clinging to the hope that someone—anyone—might save him. Yet despite all his efforts, he was left empty-handed. I watched him from my vantage point, my gaze icy, until the host's voice sliced through the room. "Today marks the first public appearance of the Sherman Group's heir. Please join me in welcoming her." I walked onto the stage, and every eye in the room turned toward me. Nathan stared up at me, his eyes wide with disbelief.… As the event ended and I made my way out, Nathan rushed forward, blocking my path. "You're the Sherman heir?" His voice was still thick with shock. "So, you were pretending to be poor too?" A sharp laugh escaped me. "Don't flatter
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