This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331 Did You Miss Me?

Whether they dared-lay a hand on her wasn’t about procedure anymore. It was about survival.

A Clark, huh. Can you prove it?” The middle-aged man’s tone shifted, something subtle threading through

It.

It wasn’t a challenge. It was a probe.

He was law enforcement. He had a job to do. He had his pride.

He couldn’t just walk away because a girl claimed her father topped the most-wanted list. He’d be laughed out of the office.

He needed proof.

Something he could write up. Something that wouldn’t get his superior slamming a desk.

“She can.”

A voice cut in from the far end of the corridor, crisp and short.

It landed like an ice pick against glass, sending a quiet chill through the air.

Everyone turned.

The moment they saw who it was, the officers’ hands went straight back to their weapons.

Are they handing guns out in bulk tonight?

Everywhere they looked, there were armed criminals.

First the green-haired assassin. Then the cold one. Now a young man with a full team behind him.

Toby didn’t look pleased. With people trailing behind him, he walked straight past the officers and headed over without slowing.

Maya shrank behind Alfred, trying to disappear.

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Her green mushroom cut flickered in and out as she ducked her head, acting like if she couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see her.

Toby reached in and pulled her out from behind Alfred with precise ease.

“How did you even get here?” His breathing was a touch heavier than usual. “Didn’t I tell you to stay in

school?”

The word “school” hit like a trigger.

Maya leaned out, still clinging to Alfred, and snapped back, “Do you have to bring that up every time? It’s annoying.”

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“I’m antidying?” He let out a cold laugh, staring at her. The urge to drag her back and lock her up was written all over his face. “I’m your brother. At your age, you should be in school”

“Can you not do this right now?” the middle-aged man cut in reflexively, trying to regain control.

His head was already starting to pound.

At least remember we’re on duty.

How did this turn from an arrest into family drama?

“You want proof? Proof of what?”

Toby dropped the argument with Maya and shifted his irritation onto them. He tilted his head slightly, dim light carving sharp shadows across his face, a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“She’s my sister. Or do you want to take that up with my family?”

His gaze brushed over the man’s shoulder insignia before pulling away.

His expression stayed flat.

There wasn’t even a hint of contempt.

Contempt would’ve required effort.

Toby couldn’t even be bothered to give that much.

The middle-aged man’s mouth twitched. In all his years, he’d never been irritated by someone’s indifference this quickly.

He knew Toby.

The moment Toby appeared, he’d recognized him.

People like him, raised in that kind of family, showed up in international news and on magazine covers next to their elders.

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As one of the few Clarks who appeared in public, Toby’s image had always been consistent.

Composed. Polished. Courteous.

Just last year, he’d given an interview.

Speaking on politics and social issues, he had used an earnest tone to talk about things like “public good and “responsibility,” all the right words.

The man in front of him now might as well have been someone else entirely.

So people at that level are all this good at pretending?

Maya clung tighter behind Alfred.

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