"Dad, can you let me run the World Cup book this year?"Sophie Bell's voice was sweet, but her ambition was impossible to hide.The huge living room went quiet the moment she said it.Everyone knew why. The World Cup brought global traffic, and for the Foster family, it was the most important six-month revenue line of the year. Whoever controlled that book was, by default, the next core heir of the family business.My father held an unlit cigar between his fingers and looked at her with helpless indulgence."Sophie, don't make trouble. This is serious family business. Let your brother handle it."That was how it had always been.Sophie's eyes reddened at once. She pouted, offended."Dad, trust me. My intuition is really strong."My stepmother, Marissa, moved in smoothly and wrapped her arm around my father's."Honey, just trust Sophie once. She's never asked you for anything before. If she's this confident, maybe she really can do it. Besides, she's been around you, Harbor Ci
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