Chapter 287
Daphne
"As you know," Bernard Han begins, his voice low and deliberate, "it has only been a month since your brother assumed the office of Mayor. And since you are now in town… I suggest you be on your best behavior."
I don't respond. I can't exactly blame him—from what this body's memories tell me, the original Daphne was a handful. Clubs, substances, scandals whispered about in society columns… all the classic rich-family rebellion playbook.
He takes my silence as either submission or indifference. His eyes narrow slightly.
"I do not expect anything from you," he continues, the words careful, precise, and utterly dismissive.
"So the least you can do is not drag your brother down with your… antics."
I so badly want to rebel, and drag the family reputation through the mud, but what if this world's version of my beloved would not take too kindly to a wild lifestyle? So i don't.
"Understood," I say, my voice flat and toneless.
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