This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 178

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Chapter 178 Blood Doesn’t Make a Family

George let out a snort of laughter.

He wasn’t exactly a nice guy. After laughing, he calmly cocked his gun. His eyes lit up, like he’d just found a new toy. “So you’re the super rich guy who can pay us five billion?” he said.

“If I shoot you, do I get to inherit your money?”

He looked eager to try. His finger brushed lightly over the trigger.

Alfred tugged on Maya’s sleeve and quietly pulled her back.

If things turned ugly, there was a good chance things would get blody.

Raymond watched Maya closely.

When he saw how strongly she resisted and how she hid behind him, he couldn’t tell if he felt relieved or pleased.

He pulled her closer to his side. His grip tightened a little, like he was afraid she might run, or like he was making a claim.

Then he looked at Thomas. “Her real father shows up only now?” His voice was calm, almost emotionless. The gun at his waist was already in his hand.

“Why don’t you just go to hell?”

Raymond raised the gun. His face stayed neutral, but his words were full of cold malice.

In that instant, the private mercenaries around them all raised their guns. Dozens of dark barrels pointed at Thomas.

The situation snapped tight.

The night wind blew past. No one spoke. Only the sharp clicks of safeties being switched off filed the air.

Thomas didn’t move.

He stood there, calm. His eyes swept over the guns, then settled on Raymond. He met his gaze head–on. without flinching.

“Your family mixed up with organized crime?”

Raymond didn’t answer. The corner of his mouth moved slightly. It almost looked like a smile, but not quite.

“The Clarks, right?“.

Seeing so many private mercenaries, Thomas had finally guessed who Maya’s adoptive father was.

A family that operated overseas. They dealt in both legal and illegal business. Weapons, money

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laundering assassinations–anything that made money fast. Most of their companies were based abroad.

In this country, they preferred a different method. They put wealthy people on a “death list” and forced

them to pay.

Refuse and one day, you might die in an “accident.”

You wouldn’t be wrong to say everyone hated that family.

And yet, no matter how much people cursed them in private, they still paid up to make sure they weren’t the next one to die.

Thomas had been a regular on that list.

He had never imagined that one day, he would be standing face to face with the Clarks.

And standing beside them was his real daughter.

“I don’t want any trouble with you, Mr. Clark. I just want to take my daughter home.”

His voice was a little hoarse.

Thomas looked at the child hiding behind Raymond.

“I’m her biological father,” he said, slow and clear. “Whether you accept it or not, she is my daughter. I’ll make it up to her. I lost her when she was one year old. My wife thought about her every day, right up until she died.”

Thomas ignored the guns aimed at him, which were ready to fire at any moment. “I just want to take her home. The child belongs with her family.”

Every word hit Raymond right where it hurt.

Even Maya felt a chill run through her body.

Was this jerk not afraid of dying?

She held on to Raymond’s hand. Maya could feel how tense his fingers were, how much force he was holding back.

Maya had a bad feeling. If she didn’t say something soon, things might go very wrong.

So she stepped out from behind Raymond and spoke first.

“You’re talking about me, right?”

Her voice was calm, even though the air around them felt ready to snap at any second.

She tightened her grip on Raymond’s hand, her fingers pressing a little harder, as if trying to borrow some courage from his warmth.

Raymond’s lips slowly pressed into a thin line.

Chapter 178 Blood Bocan’t Make a Family

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