This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 317

Chapter 345 Different Ones

youre busier than a professional contract killer?”

Chance had absolutely nothing to offer in his defense.

Man.

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“Are all assassins this relaxed?” he finally called into his mic, his voice carrying the hollow quality of someone whose entire working model of reality had just been quietly taken apart. “And hold on, you’re a killer too?”

He’d already found it difficult enough to accept that one person in his social circle was an assassin. The discovery that his long-time online friend was part of a literal sibling contract-killing duo was something his brain was still actively refusing to file.

Are people running family businesses in this industry now?

Ernest had his elbow propped on the armrest and his cheek resting in his palm, and something quietly amused had settled into the corner of his mouth. “You two are professional assassins,” he said, “and you’re maintaining a daily streak?”

This kid was genuinely something else. Hair dye one day, arguments the next, streaks on top of all of it. She had more life happening around her than anyone he’d met in years.

If he didn’t have the weight of everything pressing down on him right now, he’d honestly spend a whole evening just listening to whatever chaos her family got up to on a regular basis.

It sounded considerably more interesting than anything happening inside these walls.

Then Alfred’s voice came through the mic again, flat and precise. “Maya,” he said. “Why do I hear a guy’s voice in your background?”

He’d resisted the streak thing at the start.

It was childish, pointless, and a drain on time he didn’t have.

r But Maya had promised she’d only keep it going with him, and he’d eventually, grudgingly, agreed to it.

There had been a few breaks over the months when jobs required him to go dark completely.

Maya got upset every single time, and he’d learned the pattern well enough to adjust. It didn’t matter what was happening on the other end of the scope. The streak renewed first. Then the trigger.

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This Time, Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter

Chapter 316 Play Games

Finished

“I’m not just a guy.” Chance’s voice tumbled out in a breathless rush, all jumbled warmth and mild indignation. “It’s me, Alfred We’re all friends here. Remember that all-nighter we pulled together? The four of us?”

He kept going, one sentence rolling into the next without any pause to breathe.

Alfred recognized the voice the moment he heard it, of course.

Chance. The one who swooped in on every kill in a match, threw blame around like confetti the moment a round went sideways, and turned unbearable the instant they won. Alfred’s tone dropped to something winter-cold without any buildup.

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“Do you have a death wish, Chance?” he said. “Why are you sitting next to my sister?”

Chance opened his mouth, and Maya cut her mic before whatever came out of it had the chance to make things significantly worse.

Alfred wanted to ask her why she’d met up with Chance in person, but Maya simply didn’t give him the opening.

The moment the match ended, she booted him from the party.

Alfred tried to rejoin.

He got removed before the request fully processed.

He tried again. Same result, instant and indifferent.

He tried a third time, and found they’d already locked the lobby and started a new game without him.

Alfred stayed where he was, back pressed against the wall, head lowered, the pale glow of his phone screen catching the flat, expressionless line of his face.

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