This Time Hi Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Mr Clark

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The girl’s voice was sweet as she talked to herself, “I’m already being nice to you, so let’s make up. From now on, you’ll be number one in my heart.”

Her logic was simple. She didn’t want to be enemies with the entire school.

So she had to win Toby over first.

But that lousy guy actually rejected her goodwill. When she clung to him, he reacted like a startled cat and loudly told her to get off.

“You think we make up just because you say so?

“You treated me like crap before!” Toby snapped, pointing at her while trying to push her head away and peel her off him.

But his movements weren’t rough. If anything, they were a little panicked.

“Help me, help me, help me!” Maya ignored his resistance, tightening her arms like an octopus.

Not only that, but she even hooked one leg around his calf, practically hanging off him.

The hug was fully upgraded into koala-mode restraint.

“Help me, help me!” Maya clung tighter, repeating like a broken record.

“Get off!” Toby’s breathing went uneven from being squeezed.

The more he pushed, the tighter she clung.

The two of them formed a ridiculous, bizarre scene.

At the same time, Alfred, dressed in a small blazer and tie, stood on the stairs watching them tangled together, his little face tightening slightly.

He was a little… annoyed.

Since yesterday, Maya had been trying to please Toby.

Logically, she should’ve been relying on him more.

Alfred never suppressed his feelings. He walked straight downstairs, reached out, and pushed Toby aside, trying to pull Maya back to his side as he calmly broke things up.

“You two should stop fighting.”

Toby stumbled from the shove, nearly losing his balance, and got even angrier. “Who said we were fighting?”

He pointed at Maya, who was glued to him. “And why are you only pushing me? Drag her off me!”

Maya immediately called for backup, “Help me, Alfred!”

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Chapter 21 Mr Clark

Alfred replied without hesitation, “Let go of Maya.”

Toby froze. “Both of you, get off me!!”

Early in the morning, the three kids ended up tangled together in a chaotic mess.

Wendy had dressed them all up nicely and was in a great mood, but that mood lasted less than three seconds before she saw the three of them wrapped up together.

She strode over, grabbed Maya by the back of her collar with one hand, and pressed Toby’s shoulder with the other.

With sheer strength, she easily separated the three of them.

“No more messing around,” Wendy said sternly, her gaze sweeping over all three kids. “We’re leaving. Or you’ll be late on your first day.”

Maya straightened her tie and skirt, giving a low, defeated “okay.”

Looks like my peace plan has failed.

Toby snorted and headed out first.

Wendy shook her head helplessly and took Maya and Alfred’s hands. “Let’s go.”

Outside, an ugly black luxury car was already parked, waiting.

A driver in a crisp uniform stood respectfully beside it. The moment they came out, he put on a polite smile and smoothly opened the back door.

The scene immediately drew the attention of early-rising neighbors. Some even pulled out their phones to take pictures.

Maya was stunned.

He really is some feudal-era rich heir, isn’t he?

Toby was rude the entire time, barely acknowledging the driver. Maya poked him. “You need a personal driver just to go to school?”

And he even addresses him as “Mr. Clark.” That’s kinda ridiculous.

“Obviously. Pick-up and drop-off is just the basics,” Toby said, a faint mocking curve on his lips. “He makes 20 grand a month. His job is mainly driving, plus handling/basic etiquette and occasionally dealing with small problems for me.

“Got a problem?”

He looked at her coldly.

Maya fell silent.

Can’t roast that. This is a real rich kid.

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