“Daphne, I'm not interested in picking a fight with you. So just stay away from me.”
Though, that last part—“you’ll regret it”—Vivian kept to herself.
She said it that way on purpose, just to provoke Daphne.
She knew Daphne too well. Spoiled and impulsive, raised with Richard Grant wrapped around her finger—she was the very definition of a princess syndrome.
The more Vivian told her to back off, the more Daphne would come charging in like a bull.
But this time, Daphne didn’t have four boss-level brothers to shield her anymore.
The harder she tried to make waves now, the messier her downfall would be later.
Vivian? She didn’t mind sitting back and watching the chaos. With the Knight brothers doing her the favor of sharpening the knives, why not enjoy the show?
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