Chapter 12

Elijah let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Yeah, with the J League backing them, we don’t stand a chance if we go head-to-head with the Brooks family.” “Then let’s just go straight to our sister and come clean! I’m done waiting around!” Julian blurted out, typical of his impulsive nature—speaking before thinking. But the guy's got the looks and insane acting chops to match. He’s got a massive female fanbase. In their past life, if it hadn’t been for Julian, the award-winning actor, pulling strings, the entertainment branch under the Brooks Group wouldn’t have lost their ace team, forcing Alexander to go abroad to patch things up—only to walk right into a trap. “Did it cross your mind that maybe our sister got reborn too?” 18-year-old Tristan coolly burst Julian’s bubble. Tristan was known as a genius—already a top-ten hacker globally at just 18, and killing it in racing, marksmanship, and more. He’d already pulled the surveillance footage from the Grant and Harris engagement party. The results? Way off from what happened before. Last time, Alexander basically snatched Vivian, turning her into some fancy caged canary locked away in a villa. But now? Ryan got his name dragged through the mud at his own engagement, and instead of Alexander dragging Vivian away, it was her confessing her feelings to him—and now they’re together. So Tristan figured—chances are, Vivian got reborn too and flipped the whole party scenario. Julian’s face instantly turned pale. No way. If Vivian really did come back from the dead like they did, then the four of them? Top of her blacklist for sure. Forget being doting big bros—they wouldn’t even be allowed near her. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” moaned Lucas Knight, brooding like hell. Coming from a mercenary background, Lucas had been the main one who ambushed Alexander. If their sister remembered all that, what the hell was he supposed to say to her now? “That’s why we can’t screw this up—we’ve got to come up with a full battle plan,” Tristan said darkly. He wasn’t exactly thrilled either, but with all four of them getting a second shot at life, he had to brace for the worst. “What kind of plan?” Julian looked at Tristan like he was his last hope. A shadow of a smirk curled on Tristan’s lips. “Same steps as last time. But this time, we go big—make it loud and public when we look for her.” In their previous life, they kept things low-key to avoid phonies stepping in. Guess what? Daphne still faked her way in. She stole Vivian’s emerald necklace, swapped some hair, and actually fooled them with a bogus DNA test. Combined with the Grant family’s half-baked story that Daphne wasn’t their real daughter, the brothers, desperate to find their long-lost sister, ended up getting played bad. Julian squinted. “Hang on… You mean we’re letting that snake steal the necklace again to fake a DNA match?” Tristan snorted coldly. “Let her try. We’ll turn the whole thing into a live-streamed reality check.” A live-streamed public takedown? Julian’s mouth twitched—why did that weirdly excite him? “But you have to be the one leading it, Julian,” Tristan added, locking eyes with Julian. “You’ve got the fanbase, the reach—we’ll need that.” “No sweat! Leave it to me. Just tell me what to do,” Julian patted his chest with confidence. If it’s for his sister? He’d sign up to die without blinking. “Here's what you should do…” Tristan narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them. So Daphne wants to be their sister that badly? Fine. This time when she tries her little reunion stunt, they’ll make sure it’s burned into her memory forever.