The return of the Heiress
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I said, my voice sincere, hoping she could see the truth in my eyes.
I meant every word. She stared at me for a moment before speaking, her voice measured.
"I'm only going to forgive you because I want to prove my father's innocence."
A wave of relief washed over me, and for a moment, I wanted to hug her, to bridge the gap between us.
But I pushed the feeling aside, reminding myself that even if our fathers were innocent, we could only be friends.
I didn't like her, I told myself sternly, but my eyes betrayed me, locking onto hers as I murmured, "Thank you. So, are we going to work together to get the person who did this?" I asked.