This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Dad’s Legs Are Longer Than My Previous Life

“No, that’s not true. No such thing. Stop making things up”

Maya denied everything in rapid succession and clapped a hand over his mouth.

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“I’m not scared of anything.” She tried to sound completely justified. “That’s all just your imagination, right?”

As if she’d ever admit she had been reborn.

If her family found out, she was pretty sure she’d end up dissected in a research lab.

Alfred pulled her hand off and found her desperate attempt to deny it a little amusing.

The corner of his usually flat mouth lifted ever so slightly.

That almost-human, slightly off smile made Maya cringe.

“Stop smiling. It looks awful.” She pressed her fingers against the faint upward curve of his lips and pushed it back down, trying to flatten it.

Her voice was light. “I’m going back to training. Bye.”

Alfred stood where he was, not following immediately.

He raised a hand and touched the corner of his mouth where she had just pressed.

Was it really that fake?

Then again, she’s clearly never seen George smile.

Alfred calmly compared the two in his mind and decided his own smile was relatively friendly.

George’s, on the other hand, shifted unpredictably-bright one second and chilling the next. That was what truly looked awful.

Too bad Maya didn’t think so.

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But it didn’t matter. Alfred thought that once she met George in the future, she’d understand that his smile was the better one.

When Wendy trained Maya, it was like she became a completely different person, kicking her down mid- motion and beating her without holding back.

Maya’s body ended up covered in bruises, her bones feeling like they’d been shaken apart

She was flexible, quick-thinking, and learned faster than most, making noticeable progress.

Meanwhile, Raymond, as a father, showed about as much concern as a corpse.

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After Maya was thoroughly beaten down by Wendy and lay limp on the ground, he even had the mood to kick her in the butt.

“Move. You’re blocking the way.”

Maya was speechless.

Trash dad!

She flopped flat like a rolled-out pancake, arms spread wide, her body straight as a pencil against the floor.

‘I’m blocking the way. Pay me 200 to move,” Maya shouted at him.

Raymond sneered, “Childish.”

The man lowered his gaze and let out a faint, amused snort.

From her position on the floor, Maya looked up at him and suddenly realized just how pale he really was.

And he was nearly six-foot-three. From her angle, all she could see were legs.

Dad’s legs are longer than my previous life!!

Maya stared in pure envy.

Seeing that she really wasn’t moving. Raymond simply grouched down and lifted her shirt.

Her arms and calves were covered in bruises.

Raymond’s first reaction wasn’t concern, but thoughtful consideration. “Your Mom…” actually held back quite i bit.

He’d assumed this adopted daughter would end up with broken bones during training.

Of course, what he said out loud was something else. “Your Mom doesn’t know how to go easy.”

Maya grinned. “It’s fine. I dodged Mom once today. I didn’t get knocked down instantly?”

Raymond looked at her, clearly in pain and baring her teeth, yet still looking oddly happy, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Forget it.

Being optimistic is a good trait, isn’t it?

‘Oh, right, Dad, does Mom beat you a lot too?” After training with Wendy for a few days, Maya had realized her mom was insanely strong.

She could shatter thick wooden boards easily. It was terrifying.

“Yeah…” he admitted casually, “I make her mad a lot. When she’s mad, she hits me.”

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Chapter 7 Date Legs Are Langer Than My Previous Life

Lying there, Maya imagined tire scene and couldn’t help laughing.

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With how Raymond looked, there was no need to think-he was definitely the one getting beaten.

“Speaking of which…” The man smiled slightly, reminiscing. “I actually think the way she hits me has its

own charm.”

Wendy standing over him in her high heels, pinning him down…

It was incredible.

Absolutely incredible.

What started as Maya’s casual question somehow turned into Raymond getting lost in fond memories.

Maya looked at his strange smile and twitched. “Dad, did Mom beat you into being a masochist?”

Raymond’s brow twitched. He reached out and pinched her mouth shut, smiling. “Shut that little mouth of

yours.”

He pulled her up from the floor and held her in place, saying lightly, “Go put on some ointment, or you’ll

hurt like hell tomorrow.”

Maya squirmed in his arms like a wriggling worm. “But it’s true. When Mom hits you, you look kinda happy.”

Even thinking about it made him smile.

What else could that be if not a masochist?

she wore an expression that clearly said the truth is obvious, and Raymond’s fingers twitched.

Maya suddenly added, “But I also think Mom looks really cool when she’s fighting.”

Gentle Mom is great.

But cold-faced Mom pinning someone to the ground is even better.

For once, father and daughter shared the exact same taste.

Raymond grabbed the medical kit, rubbed some ointment between his palms, and crouched in front of

er, gently applying it to her legs and arms.

His movements were careful and soft, completely different from his usual indifferent attitude.

ust as he was about to lift her shirt, the girl suddenly jolted like she’d been shocked, sitting up abruptly and squirming wildly, refusing to let him touch her clothes.

Raymond instinctively held her down.

But as she flailed, her foot kicked him straight in the face.

Time froze for a second.

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Raytnond paused.

His expression stayed blank. “Maya.”

Maya instantly felt guilty.

Her survival instincts kicked in the next second, and she wriggled, trying to escape, but Raymond grabbed

her back.

He wasn’t actually angry. He just set the ointment down on the table.

Kids having a sense of privacy was a good thing.

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“Let your Mom handle the rest,” he said calmly.

Maya glanced at him. Seeing he wasn’t planning to get back at her later, she finally sat still.

Raymond leaned back into the couch and suddenly spoke again. “I’m going on a business trip in the next few days.”

The girl let out a small “huh” and looked up, her little curls bouncing, ridiculously cute. “Will it be long?”

Raymond felt something hit his chest and couldn’t help pinching her cheek.

Then he said, “About a month.

“Toby will be staying here for a few days too.”

“You…” Mentioning his third son, Raymond was, for once, at a loss for words. “Try to stay away from him.”

Maya suddenly understood. “Because Toby is sick, you’re worried I might hurt him?

“Don’t worry, Dad.” She hurried to promise. “I’ll behave and listen to Toby.”

“No.” Raymond looked down at her directly, something unusual in his gaze. “You don’t need to behave, and you don’t need to obey him or listen to him, Maya.”

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Toby, because of his weak health, had been spoiled by his grandfather, Philbert Clark, to the point of being completely unrestrained.

While he was away, he was worried Maya might get hurt.

Maya was a little confused.

But Raymond didn’t seem interested in explaining further. He patted her head, pulled her into a loose hug, and said lazily, almost pityingly, “Just go to sleep. Your walnut-sized brain won’t get it anyway.”

Being insulted again, Maya finally snapped and punched him.

Raymond’s head tilted slightly from the hit. He held that position for two seconds, then smiled faintly.

His expression looked… satisfied?!!

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Maya yelled. You really are a masochist!”

Raymond ignored her nonsense and instructed calmly. “Yeah, that amount of force is good. If you run into Toby, hit him like that.”

Maya was stunned.

Her brain was about to short-circuit.

She hadn’t even met Toby yet, and her father was already telling her to punch him.

What kind of legendary brother is this?

But at this point, I might as well just go to sleep.

As Maya drifted off, her mind growing hazy and slipping into sleep, Raymond stood up and gently carried her back to her room.

Then he went to the bedroom and changed his clothes.

He gave Wendy a brief heads-up.

‘I took on a job recently. I’ll probably be gone for about a month.”

Wendy admired her manicure, sounding casual. “What about your coworkers? Aren’t they going with you?”

At the mention of them, the ease on Raymond’s face faded, a trace of irritation surfacing.

“They’ve been debating whether blowing up a bank vault has more artistic value or if kidnapping a senator’s grandson would cause a bigger social impact.”

Wendy rubbed her temples.

She had long since given up trying to understand the way those people thought.

Raymond clearly didn’t care what those idiots were planning either.

He was a family man now. Compared to high-risk activities, he preferred the traditional line of work- killing. Low risk, high reward.

“What about the money you made from previous jobs?” She crossed her arms, staring him down as she pressed, “Why are you rushing out to work again? Where did all the money you earned over the years go”

Even the most cold-blooded killer still had to deal with the reality of providing for a family.

Back when Wendy used to assassinate royalty, politicians, and wealthy elites, the pay had been outrageously high.

After she retired, her main goal was to be a perfect stay-at-home mom. To clean up her identity, most of her money had been moved overseas and wasn’t easily accessible.

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Air Langer Than My Previous Life

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Anyway, as long as her sons stayed alive, that was enough.

A modest standard of living was fine.

But after adopting a daughter, she realized their previous budget was no longer enough.

“Most of it was frozen by my dad. As for the rest, scattered funds and liquidating assets take time,” he said, his tone making it unclear whether he was complaining or simply indifferent. “So for now, I’ll just live off taking jobs.”

As the saying goes, poverty wears down a marriage.