Zander Lowell looked down at me, a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Let me tell you something, Da… What was it again?"He suddenly drew a blank and fell silent for a few seconds.I kindly reminded him, "Daphne Quinton.""What a tacky name," Zander said, furrowing his brows in disgust.After a pause, he added, "If it weren't for standing up for Sienna, I wouldn't waste a single word on someone like you."I nodded as if I completely understood.After all, he was the male lead of a stereotypical romance novel. Why would he bother remembering the name of some random side character? In his eyes, I probably wasn't even worth being a background prop.I had transmigrated into this world before I was even born, with all my memories intact, only to discover I'd landed in an old-school melodramatic novel. The plot revolved around the toxic, love-hate drama between the scions of the Four Great Families and a poor scholarship student. And me? I was nothing more than a namele
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