CLARA'S POV The red dot pulsing over the Grandview Residences remained steady, a digital proof of my innocence—and my uncle’s ultimate betrayal. Ares didn't speak. He closed the laptop with a decisive snap that echoed like a gunshot in the silent room. He didn't look angry; he looked focused. The calculating stillness that made him a terror in the corporate world had settled over him completely. "You knew," I whispered, the realization hitting me like a blow. I stepped closer to the desk, my professional mask slipping for a second. "You knew my uncle was in the city, and you didn't tell me." Ares slowly turned his head to look at me. He stood up from his leather chair, his massive frame completely cutting off the light from the window. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he walked around the mahogany desk, his steps slow and deliberate, until he stopped mere inches away from me. "I tell you what you need to know, little bird," he said, his voice dropping to a low pitch. "Your
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