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“And finally, to my granddaughter Jade Parker, I leave a first-class plane ticket to the Riviera of San Maro and a handwritten note.”
Heat rushed to my face. Then Luke laughed.
“Looks like Grandpa finally realized who the real failure in this family was,” he sneered, pointing at me in front of everyone.
Twenty-six years of working at the family firm, fixing disasters, staying late, and carrying burdens no one else wanted had earned me nothing but a plane ticket. I stood with as much dignity as I could, took the envelope from Mr. Kensington, and ignored the laughter behind me.
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