Villain’s Favorite 44

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Chapter 44 Danger

He even had the irrational urge to open the door and go find her.

While Toby hesitated, Thomas had already made the quickest call while holding his daughter.

Those gunmen were after him.

The shots had been fired in his direction, too.

To stay safe, Thomas didn’t rush downstairs either. Instead, he headed straight for one of the upstairs

rooms.

Almost the instant the gunfire rang out, every room upstairs was locked from the inside.

But he hadn’t expected some idiot to forget.

With brute force, he yanked open the door to a luxurious guest room.

Thomas’s gaze locked tightly onto the boy in front of him.

Toby stared back at him.

The man stood tall, one shoulder seemingly injured, holding a little girl tightly in his arms. There was a vicious edge to his whole presence.

Toby had dealt with all kinds of people before. In that instant, he understood how dangerous this man was.

More than anyone else, Toby knew that if someone had hired assassins, his own price would be far higher than anyone else here.

That made him the perfect shield.

And this man didn’t look like an ordinary businessman.

He looked more like someone who lived on the edge.

…The Clark heir?” Thomas recognized Toby and stepped closer, his voice emotionless. “You’re probably worth a lot more than I am, huh?”

Toby kept his face blank.

Of course, I’m worth more than you, you old bastard.

But while thinking that, his mind kept racing for a way out.

Play weak? Beg?

Probably useless.

Just as Toby adjusted his expression, about to fake panic to stall for time, Thomas gave him no chance. With a swift, practiced movement, he set his daughter down, grabbed Toby’s wrist, twisted hard, and

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snapped one of his arms on the spot.

The sudden pain drained all color from Toby’s face.

“The Clark heir should be worth much more than me.

“I wonder if those assassins would consider switching targets.”

Thomas spoke calmly while tightening his grip on Toby’s arm.

Those people were after him.

The gunmen were relentless. To survive, he decided to use the Clark heir as leverage.

Toby had always had a high pain tolerance.

Even as his nerves screamed, he didn’t make a sound.

He had been sickly since childhood and never very sturdy.

The sharp agony in his arm made his vision blur, his face turning ghostly pale.

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Kaia didn’t really understand what was happening. Seeing her father gripping a handsome boy, whose pale, frail face looked like he might die at any second, she felt awful.

“Dad, he looks like he’s about to pass out from the pain.

“Can you let him go?”

Thomas ignored his soft-hearted daughter.

No assassin in their right mind would take a job to assassinate Toby.

He knew that perfectly well.

Even the Silent Archive had never recorded any jobs targeting members of the Clarks.

But that didn’t stop Toby from being an excellent shield.

Even if those assassins wanted him dead, they’d have to think twice before provoking the Clarks.

Hiding in a room wasn’t foolproof.

If assassins accepted a job, they had countless ways to finish it.

To guarantee both his and his daughter’s safety, taking an heir was the most direct and effective threat.

Maya was running upstairs, completely unaware of what her brother was facing.

The chaos downstairs hadn’t stopped. Armed bodyguards had entered the banquet hall, and the shadow of death hung over everyone.

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So far, they hadn’t even caught sight of the assassins.

This world really had gone insane.

Assassins were running wild, and the hired bodyguards were practically useless decorations. They’d been waving their guns around but still not spotting a single enemy.

Holding up her annoying skirt, Maya moved cautiously upstairs. The place was huge, like a maze, packed with rooms and absurdly tall floors.

Luckily, Maya had a good memory and remembered Toby’s room number.

Two more gunshots rang out.

The screams downstairs grew even sharper.

People ran around like headless chickens, eyeing everyone nearby in fear, terrified that an assassin might be hiding among them and killing them.

Luckily, Maya was just a child.

A six-year-old wasn’t worth noticing anywhere.

Even an assassin wouldn’t waste bullets on a worthless kid.

Passing an overturned serving cart, Maya scooped up smashed cream and smeared it all over her face.

It wasn’t much, but it gave her a little comfort.

She didn’t want Thomas, the scumbag father, to recognize her at a moment like that.

After covering her face in cream, Maya nervously bit the back of her hand, trying to pump herself up.