This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354 That’s Rude

“You must be seriously desperate.”

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“What do you mean?” Sophia blinked. “I’m not desperate. If I wanted something, I’d simply have someone bring it to me.”

Jenny was lazily scrolling through her phone and didn’t even bother looking up as she translated. “She means your taste is terrible.”

“Why would you say that?” Somalie glanced at Iris, then at Jonathan in the distance. Her tone was firm. “My taste is impeccable. Every single thing I own has been carefully selected. My sense of style is professional.”

Somalie looked dissatisfied. “And another thing, Iris. Why do you think you can mock me? Aren’t I your boss?”

“No.” Iris corrected her carefully, emphasizing every word. “You’re just our employer.”

Their actual boss wasn’t sitting here.

“Is there a difference?” Somalie asked, genuinely confused. “I don’t understand why my dad sent the two of you to accompany me. You never play with me, and all you do is make fun of me.”

Hearing that, Maya looked up. After thinking for a moment, she decided to clear up the misunderstanding in the simplest possible way.

“Actually, our real profession is an assassin. This mission is to protect you. Your ridiculously wealthy father paid us a very large sum.

“So technically, we’re providing security services. Entertainment companionship would be considered a premium add–on and would cost extra.”

The room fell silent for a second.

Then, Somalie burst into laughter. She laughed so hard that she nearly doubled over, tears forming in her eyes. “That’s amazing! You’re pretty funny, Miasma!”

“Why are you giving me a nickname?” Maya frowned in displeasure. “That’s incredibly rude.”

Maya couldn’t even count how many nicknames people had given her.

“Because your name is really funny.” Somalie propped her chin up with a grin.

Phoebe couldn’t listen anymore. “That’s very rude.”

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Somalie stuck her tongue out at her, entirely unapologetic. “She’s my attendant. I can do whatever I want.”

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“No.” Phoebe immediately wrapped both arms around Maya’s arm and held on tightly. Her voice carried the stubbornness of someone who still hadn’t completely outgrown childhood. “She’s not your attendant.”

Ever since the school attack, Phoebe had become especially attached to Maya.

And she believed almost everything Maya said.

Sometimes, Jenny felt Phoebe behaved like Maya’s most devoted fan.

Maya also objected. “I’m not your attendant.”

“Exactly,” Iris chimed in, drawing out the words. “We’re both very capable.”

Phoebe blinked and immediately played along. “Yes, super capable.”

Jenny laughed out loud. Resting her chin in her hands, she teasingly asked Somalie, “Looks like your attendants don’t actually want to be your attendants.”

Obviously, neither Maya nor Iris obeyed Somalie’s commands.

They possessed absolutely none of the qualities expected of professional attendants.

Furious, Somalie grabbed a textbook and covered her face. Her muffled voice emerged from beneath it. “I’ll have my dad fire both of you! Just wait!”

She was furious.

The group’s constant bantering had become one of the few enjoyable parts of Maya’s otherwise boring school life.

Lately, however, the class had become consumed with discussions about an upcoming family banquet being hosted by a prominent family.

The wealthy heirs and politically connected students in the class always seemed to have access to insider information. Even the slightest rumor could quickly be pieced together into a fairly complete picture.

Someone asked, “Whose family is hosting it? Everyone keeps talking about it. Is it that big a deal?”

The response came immediately. “It’s the Clarks‘ banquet.”

For a moment, a lot of people fell silent.

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“Which Clark?”

“There isn’t a second one in our circle, is there?”

“Oh, that family.” The student who had asked the question let out a low whistle before speaking more cautiously, “Is it a trap? The kind where you go in and never come back?”

Their impression of the family was still dominated by fear.

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