This Time Hi Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 The Call Before the Storm

Because the moment George thought about what he was about to do next, the excitement was impossible to contain.

George stood there with petals in his hair, shaking his head and grinning. “You’re so picky. The only girl on our team took the flower I gave her, no complaints.

“Since you don’t want it, I’ll just pick another one and give it to someone else.”

“You have someone else to give flowers to?” Toby eyed the shredded pink rose with disdain and scoffed. “Besides the other freaks in your little crew, who would actually accept flowers from you?”

“Oh, someone will.” George radiated confidence. “There’s one person who’d take anything I gave her. Guaranteed.”

George didn’t waste time. He tossed one last cryptic remark at Toby, then went off to find a pair of shears. Not the delicate kind for trimming stems. Full-size garden shears, the kind with blades so sharp they caught the light.

He carried them into the school garden, strolling along without a care in the world.

His approach to flower arrangement was simple. If he liked it, it stayed. If he didn’t, snip.

The sound of blades opening and closing echoed through the garden. Petals scattered across the ground.

He looked down. Gave them a sniff.

Good enough.

Raymond was abroad when the call came in from back home. He glanced at the caller ID, frowned, but answered anyway.

He put it on speaker and tossed the phone next to his suitcase, still packing for his flight home.

“Boss! Long time no see.”

The voice on the other end was far too eager, buzzing with a strange, giddy energy.

“Wanna know what we’ve been up to?”

Raymond kept folding clothes, his tone flat. “Last I heard, you were planning a kidnapping. What is it now? A school? Honestly, even if you blew up an entire campus, it’s got nothing to do with me. Stop calling. I’m not going back to being a terrorist. I just want to go home.”

His line of work wasn’t exactly above board. But he drew the line at doing it in front of his family.

Because knowing and seeing were two different things.

If you knew someone had killed people but they’d always been decent to you, your brain smoothed it over. Made it manageable. Not that scary.

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Chapter 150 The Call Before the Storm

But watching it happen with your own eyes? That was a different animal entirely. The sheer impact of it triggered something primal. Fear. Trauma. The kind that didn’t fade.

That was way too easy to scar a kid with.

And so far. Raymond was perfectly happy with how things were at home.

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