This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367 Mom

“Mom.”

Wendy was standing near the entrance to the side hall, exchanging pleasantries with someone. Hearing this call, she turned her head.

“Maya?

“Who dressed you up like this?”

Wendy took Maya’s hand and pulled her this way and that, looking her over.

Tugged lightly by the wrist, Maya spun on her feet, and her skirt twirled out a pink flower in the air.

Wendy was really, really strong.

Maya felt like a cub being carried by the scruff of its neck by its cat mother, getting maneuvered around in several circles until she was a little dizzy.

Maya tried to steady her own center of gravity. “Wait a second! Mom! I think I’m about to get dizzy.”

Wendy turned a deaf ear and made her spin one more time before nodding in satisfaction. “Very cute. Who picked this dress? Good taste, though the style isn’t quite like you.”

“It’s Somalie.”

“Somalie?”

“She’s the young lady I’m protecting for a bodyguard job I took recently. The dress is a gift from my employer.” Maya felt rather pleased as she said this.

She really did love taking on missions.

For her, it was a different kind of experience.

And if she happened to get a reasonable, considerate employer, then Maya loved the work even more.

Wendy reached out and straightened her daughter’s crooked crown, her movements slow and gentle. “Then, it seems this employer of yours is a good kid.”

Maya nodded.

She looked around and noticed that aside from her uncle and grandpa, everyone in the family was here.

Ned never showed his face, which was understandable.

The problem was-

“Where’s Grandpa?”

“Hmm? He’s about to go in with some of those…” Wendy considered her wording, twirling a finger lightly in

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the air. “figures from political circles. Leave him to it, and don’t you go looking for trouble either. There are a few tricky characters tonight–let an old fox like your grandpa handle them.”

Maya followed her gaze toward the depths of the banquet hall.

Sure enough, nobody had taken a seat. They stood in twos and threes, holding wine glasses without anyone actually drinking, their conversations pitched even lower than they were elsewhere.

Clearly, everyone was waiting for the family’s true helmsman.

Maya didn’t concern herself with these grown–up affairs.

She gathered up her skirt and kept walking, passing through the side hall corridor to find her brothers to play with.

Most of the family was there.

George was slouched on a corner sofa, slacking off, his eyes narrowed, and his lashes lowered, his whole body sunk into the cushions, looking like he might doze off at any moment.

Then, Maya appeared in his field of vision.

George’s eyes widened a fraction, and his whole body went still.

Who has dressed my sister up like a gaudy little doll?

She looked like a pretty illustration that had stepped straight out of a girl’s comic, her coffee–colored curls spilling over her shoulders, a few stray wisps pressed into careless arcs by the little crown tilted 15 degrees off–center on her head, her curled lashes setting off the brightness of her amber eyes.

He was certain.

This was absolutely not Maya’s style of dress.

Gathering up her skirt, Maya hurried over in two quick strides and got close to George.

Before she could say anything, George raised a hand and precisely pinched the biggest bow on her skirt.

‘How’d you get packaged up like a doll?” His tone was hard to read. “When the clock strikes midnight, I wonder if you will transform into a magical girl and go save the world?”

“…What nonsense are you spouting?” Maya balled her hand into a fist and brought it down on George’s head from above. “You’ve been watching too many cartoons.”

“So cute.” George tugged at her bow. The young man laced his hands together, sitting on the sofa, tilting his face up to look at her, smiling brightly. “Maya, Maya, how are you this adorable?”

George had rarely dressed up in formal wear like today. The wrist bones he exposed were thin, his skin on the paler side, faint bluish veins visible on the backs of his hands, his hair a soft dark brown falling naturally over his forehead, the upturned corners of his mouth seeming to hold not the slightest trace of aggression.

It gave people the urge to pinch his cheek.

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Maya returned the courtesy. “Thanks. You’re pretty cute too.”

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