This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 288

This Time, I’ll Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter

Chapter 288 Become An Assassin

The Clarks rarely let their children be seen in public.

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They were wrapped in mystery, only ever revealing the faintest glimpse of the iceberg. The outside world knew very little about them.

“That won’t be necessary. Just say the word.” Edric’s expression stayed calm and measured. “Even Jake calls her Ms. Clark.”

That kind of title was usually reserved for guests.

Philbert had never clearly stated her identity. Since nobody wanted to be the one to tear down that invisible wall, they had all settled on a distant, formal way of addressing her to avoid upsetting the head of the family.

All Edric wanted was a clear answer from his grandfather.

With the family standing behind her, Maya’s future would be much smoother. Even setting aside the possibility of doing anything reckless someday, simply moving through social circles would become far

easier for her.

“Grandpa, there’s something I’ve never told you.” George had already guessed what Edric was trying to do. His eyes flickered slightly, and he decided to push it further. “She saved my life.”

This time, George spoke unusually slowly, making it clear to everyone listening that he meant every word.

“She saved my life.

“Grandpa, you always said that the only people who protect each other and never betray each other are family.

“So by that logic, isn’t Maya our family too?”

The usual lazy, carefree look vanished from the boy’s face. He straightened, revealing a level of sincerity and seriousness few people ever got to see.

Standing nearby, Toby bit the inside of his lip as he remembered Maya’s phone call that night–how casually she’d told him she was heading out in the middle of the night to kill someone.

So, it really had been because of that useless idiot, George.

Philbert’s first reaction was that the boy had made the whole thing up just to fool him.

But after thinking it over, he realized there was no reason to.

George might have spent his entire life speaking nonsense, but he was no fool. This was the kind of thing

benefit. that could easily be verified. Lying about it would bring neither him nor Maya any

Philbert rested his fingers along the edge of the table, his thumb slowly tracing the wood grain.

His scrutinizing gaze settled on Maya.

He had always felt that, though she shared no blood with the family, she resembled Wendy–that crazy woman–more than anyone.

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Chapter 288 Become An Assassin

Not because of her looks. Because of her skill.

He had watched the complete footage recorded by the training drones.

Even if Edric had not held back, the two of them still would have won.

Looking at Maya, Philbert saw two things.

Sharp judgment and decisive action.

And a stubborn devotion to the idea of family.

Based on those two qualities alone, she was already qualified to be a member of the Clarks.

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“You do have a point. She is family too.” Philbert withdrew his gaze, picked up the coffee cup beside him, and finally relented.

“Maya…” He thought about how she kept talking about becoming an assassin, taking contracts, and carrying out missions. But at the end of the day, she was only a seven–year–old child.

Maybe, deep down, Maya really wanted to be an ordinary good student. Perhaps she only believed she had no choice because of her parents‘ profession.

For the first time, Philbert tried to stop speaking as the family patriarch and instead speak like a kind old grandfather.

“Maya, do you really want to follow in your parents‘ footsteps?

“If you don’t become an assassin, living off the family would be a pretty good option too.”

He had always been old–fashioned.

As George liked to say behind his back, he had “old man thinking.”

In his mind, girls should live comfortably at home. There was no need to spend their lives fighting through storms and danger like Wendy had, turning themselves into legends.

The life of an old noble family was wonderfully relaxed.

Horseback riding, art exhibitions, afternoon tea, charity galas, vacations on private islands, peaceful retreats in mountain lodges–those elegant and comfortable days were a thousand times better than being an

assassin.

Maya listened carefully to every word.

Honestly, she liked the idea of living off the family.

Who didn’t enjoy taking it easy?

But becoming a pampered noble young lady would not help her at all. The so–called group of protagonists the system kept talking about made her deeply uneasy. Maya had no intention of sitting around and waiting

for fate to strike.

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