This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 107

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han kind of expensive thing do you want?” George actually thought a labor is seriously. “What about us pus paintings? I can steal a few for you.”

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famous paintings ended up in private collections after auctions. Even museums didn’t always display

al ones.

So instead of going to a museum, he could just rob Toby’s coltelaccion and bring her something.

He felt pretty smart.

Maya shut him down right away. “No thanks. I’ll take the bread. I need to get back to class.”

Holding her empty lunchbox and the three loaves, sheeran off, trying hard not to call him crazy out loud.

Her hair was a mess now. Instead of fixing it, she must beten it all down.

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and grabbed her. “What happened to you?”

aya’s bangs and quickly fixed them. Now it looked much better.

urry? What happened?”

w hairpin and thanked to her “Nothing. Just someone ate my lunch. I’m going to the re food.”

rivate school, food was alalways available. Chefs were there all day, ready to cook whatever

So, Maya and her brothers usually didn’t bring lunch.

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But Intely, Wendy had been learning new recipes, so Maya had started bringing a lunchbox and eating in the gardere

“Did you hit him?” Annie asked.

“No. I couldn’t beat him,” Maya said honestly. “And he gave me three loaves of bread as an apology

Annie was shocked. “Why is he so bossy?”

And poor, too?

She frowned. “Is this some new kind of insult?”

Maya thought about it. “I don’t think so. He looked pretty serious.”

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“Then maybe some kid from the advanced program is trying to impress you in a cheap way?” Annie guessed.

“No.” Maya shook her head. “He’s unemployed. A homeless guy who lives off picking trash near the school.

Annie almost screamed.

“That’s even worse!”

She always divided people into simple categories–useful and useless.

A pushy poor guy like that was the worst.

Rich people weren’t always good, but poor men were/even worse in her eyes.

“How can a homeless person get into our school?” she questioned.

“Maybe he’s a capable homeless person?” Maya said.

Like part–time crime or something.

“Anyway, I have to go to class.” Maya waved and ran back toward her building.

Annie stood there, unsure what to say. The whole thing sounded way too dramatic.

After Maya left, she turned a corner and almost bumped into Toby, who was walking quickly.

He looked like he had just come from outside. His face was colder than usual.

As they passed each other, Annie spoke first.

“Stop.”

Toby paused, then slowly turned around with a fake smile. “Do you need something?”

Annie was already annoyed by his fake smile.

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She held back the urge to mock him and flipped her hair. “You’re always so busy. You probably don’t have time to care about what’s going on with little girls, right?”

Toby had been busy lately–so busy he often skipped classes.

With his background, he didn’t need school at all. Top tutors taught him privately, and he didn’t care about degrees.

He came to school mostly to pass time–and to enjoy watching people try to please him.

But today, he had barely returned before Annie stopped him outside the classroom.

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