Chapter 145 – Daphne POV
I don't touch the ten cups of tea she's placed in front of me.
Each one arranged like a peace offering from someone who knows damn well she doesn't deserve peace.
I sit back in the velvet chair—some old thing reupholstered in floral patterns—and stare at the woman who looks a hell of a lot like Jessica. Same sly eyes. Same regal posture. Same faint smirk like she's the one holding the knife, even if it's hidden behind a butter dish.
I hope she's not a backstabbing, money- hungry bitch.
Though let's be honest…
Jessica was a backstabbing, money-hungry bitch. Always was. She just never had a reason to betray me.
I snort at the memory of her. Back in the first world—God, what she did to Jiang Wei.
I loved it. She's cunning.
If this is her—and I'm starting to think it is, despite the sun hat and gardening gloves—then Estela's not the only one with a dangerous bloodline.
But I don't say any of that out loud.
