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Lucas suddenly switched to German to pontificate at the awards ceremony after-party.

"So, Lucas," his partner asked, swaying slightly with a champagne flute in hand, his voice thick with intoxication, "when is the big day for you and Charlotte?"

Lucas remained poised, replying in fluent German, "The board has already set the date. It's next month."

The entire VIP lounge instantly erupted in raucous laughter. Eyes twinkling with mockery darted in my direction. "Then what about your little assistant in the lab?" another man interjected, also in German.

Lucas languidly extended an arm to drape it around me, his tone nonchalant. "Charlotte gets the title, but what Vivian possesses is my inspiration."

My fingertips, clutching the juice glass, turned distinctively white from the pressure.

They had no idea. In their eyes, I was an orphan surviving on scholarships. In reality, I was the heiress to the "Davenport" family, the world's largest luxury conglomerate.

I took a deep breath, turned around, and dialed my father—a man possessing hundreds of billions in assets. "I'm ready to come home and take over the group."