This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Trapped in the Lion’s Den

Which one should Maya pick?

It felt like no matter what she chose, she’d get beaten to death.

To be safe, she decided to ignore the crazy system options and focus on real life instead.

Maya chose the safest question she could think of. “Who are you?”

The old man didn’t even look up. “I’m your grandfather.”

Maybe the system’s earlier prompts had messed with her head.

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Before her brain could catch up, Maya blurted out, “Then I guess I’m your grandmother.”

The moment the words left her mouth, her mind went blank with a loud buzz.

Oh no! I’m dead.

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Thinking back to those insane system choices, Maya suddenly realized who he probably was–Toby’s real grandfather, the true head of that powerful underworld family.

And what had she just said?

Maya pressed her lips tight.

The air around her seemed to freeze.

Still, he was truly a powerhouse. Philbert didn’t even frown. He just gave her a casual glance, like he was looking at an ant on the side of the road.

There was no emotion in his eyes, but it sent a chill down her spine.

“Raymond’s adopted daughter…” Philbert murmured. His voice was low, but in the silence, it sounsted clear. “So this is her personality?”

Short fuse. Easy to lose control.

He didn’t seem ready to have her dragged out and put a bullet in her head; she quietly let out a small breath.

As long as he decided not to kill her, everything else could be dealt with.

Maya quickly fixed her expression. She clasped her hands together, looking almost devout. “I’m sorry, sur was just talking nonsense.”

He ignored her.

Maya stood there like she was being punished.

Ten minutes passed. Her legs started to ache.

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Chapter 187–Trapped in the Lion’s Den

She sneaked a glance at the old man. He didn’t pay any attention to her. He just looked out the window calm and distant, like he was meditating

So she simply plopped down on the floor.

She just sat there.

When Maya sat down, Philbert’s hand paused slightly as he held his coffee cup. He turned his gaze to her. The little girl actually sat on the floor with zero manners. His brow twitched, almost too subtle to notice.

He commanded in a low voice, “Stand up.”

Maya looked up at him and blinked. “Me? But standing is kind of tiring.”

She stayed right where she was, with no intention of getting up.

Philbert stared at her for a few seconds, then pointed at a couch nearby. “Sit.”

If she could sit, why stand?

Maya quickly got up and sat on the couch. She kept her back straight, very proper. But in less than five minutes, she slouched again.

She didn’t even notice it herself. At her age, when she got nervous, she couldn’t stay still. Her leg bounced. Her hands clenched. She bit her lip. Her face kept changing.

Philbert set his cup down with a soft clink and looked at her. “Is this how your father taught you

“Manners?”

Maya paused. The word felt old. So old it sounded like it came from another century.

She thought for a moment, then answered honestly. “Dad never really cared about that.”

manners?

At home, Raymond didn’t talk about rules. He rarely even raised his voice. Maya had grown up doing whatever she wanted. If anything, Wendy was the one who corrected them more.

Philbert’s expression turned even sharper. “I knew he couldn’t raise a child properly. Stay here for a few days. I’ll have someone teach you how to behave.”

Maya went quiet.

She thought of Toby’s old–fashioned attitude, then looked at Philbert’s strict, school–principal face. She couldn’t help asking, “Why? Can’t I go home?”

“Home?” He looked at her. “You don’t want to stay here?”

“I want to go home.” She lifted her head and looked straight at him, her eyes clear. “Can you tell me why you’re keeping me here?”

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